G20 Day One

My day started off quite well, the bus detour thankfully caused my bus to drop me off closer to my job downtown, which I appreciated because the usual walk uphill at five in the morning totally blows.

I had no trouble getting into work, and moving about within my job even though we were all preparing for the politicians that were staying at our hotel. I thought that this was going to run smoothly and I was pretty busy, making plenty of money to meet my rent goal then out of nowhere I was told there was a chance that I couldn't leave work after my usual eight hour shift because we weren't sure if the delegates would be ordering room service (my current position, I supposed I couldn't keep that a total secret for long) and since my boss is a moron and staggers a two hour period between the end of my shift and the beginning of the other room service person's, I naturally had to stay.

Okay, great, staying an additional two hours sounds fun due to overtime but I had to work my other job and that would make me an hour late for it, plus however long it took for the crazy buses to get me all the way on the other side of Pittsburgh. I'm starting to get a little annoyed with the delegates because honestly, I'd give Madame President all sorts of respect in her country but considering that she's in mine I really feel that I'm better. Mostly because I'm a jerk. Besides, she probably came to power in an underhanded manner like the rest of them.

Alright, five thirty comes, only half an hour late for the other job, perhaps the buses are running smoothly and it'll only be another forty-five minutes or so...but then, there it was on television...STUPID FUCKING PROTESTERS FUCKING UP THE REST OF MY DAY.

Yep, moronic college kids who think they know something about politics, anarchy, and the world decided to confront authorities, in my own neighborhood actually, so I couldn't even get home to get my belongings for my other shift, which I could go without, but I called port authority and after several busy tones I got word that the buses that I catch to get home and to my other job were cut because of protesters in Lawrenceville (where I live), Bloomfield, and Shadyside (where my bus goes through to get to my other job).

Thanks ass holes. You think you were protesting for the poor man? For the working class hero? I couldn't get to work because of you, which means that I lose money, which means I either have to cut back on food consumption for the month or potentially not have enough to pay rent or bills, and of course all my fall/winter clothes don't fit or are all fucked up because I've had the same things for six years, thanks, thanks a lot. Douche bag, idiots.
Then I ran into a girl whose home was right there when the police threw tear gas at you assholes, her house began to fill with gas as well and when I saw her three hours later she was still coughing up a storm.

You couldn't just mind your own business and stay away, could you? Of course not, you like attention way too much. I worked from 5am to 530pm yesterday, on my feet, running around the fucking hotel, lifting heavy things, cleaning nasty messes, being nice to strange politicians and press that I'd rather kick in the teeth and what did you do all day? Probably woke up around noon, shuffled about your dorm or the house in Oakland or Bloomfield that you rented with your four friends and then sauntered down Penn Avenue to cause trouble for people like me who (after my other a while I had to pretty much call off at my other job, hope I don't get fired) were just trying to get home and relax from a long day. Go fuck yourselves, seriously, I wish you had been shot.

Picking Pittsburgh for the G20 was a pretty genius idea because the population is significantly less than London or Seattle so there were like...forty protesters causing trouble on Penn Avenue yesterday. They were especially annoying because they were spouting the most ridiculous propaganda (you know it comes from both sides right?). Anti-Capitalism? Seriously? Is that all you have? This is your moment to get your cowardly-masked faces on national television and down with capitalism is what you have to say? To what do you think your parents owe their prosperity that is paying for your education at Pitt, CMU, or PointPark? On the off chance that you took out some loans how do you think that is made possible? How about your government grants?

Did you grow cotton, turn it into thread and sew your own clothing? What about your cell phones? The food you buy at the Japanese stores in the Strip District? The music you listen to, everything you own, every light switch you turn on, everything you eat and drink pretty much owes its thanks to a few things: Capitalism, Coal/Oil (mostly coal though, contrary to belief), and globalization.

Me personally? I think globalization and world trade are more of an enemy than capitalism. Only because they've gotten so far out of hand and aren't sanctioned that well leaving room for a lot of corruption. Honestly, there is corruption on a lot of levels from trade, to politics, from pharmaceuticals, to insurance and these things will not be remedied through mindless protesting. Corruption on the political scale can only be solved by getting into their political circle and keeping the goodness and selflessness that you currently think you have. Good luck.

Oh yeah, and about the way you idiots broke the windows of the bank and the Boston Market, actually I'm going to lump you in with a note about the idiots who broke the windows of the Starbucks and Apple store on Walnut Street a couple years ago...
Do you really think that the rich CEO of any of those companies even heard about what you did? No, they were vacationing in Maui or something at the time. The only person that it made a difference to was the poor employee making minimum wage that had to clean up the mess you made. Go fuck yourselves.

PS: You protesters owe me 75 bucks for the days work I lost.