Chapter 640 Flower of Blood and Bone·One-Dimensional Society I
『Human life is worth living, or should be worth living. This judgment is the basis of all intellectual work; it is the premise of social theory; to deny it is to deny the theory itself.
Yes.
If you do not perform any intellectual work at all in your life, your life will be meaningless.
Work and labor are topics that humans can never avoid.
But look at our current society.
A highly industrialized and technological social structure in which individual thoughts and behaviors tend to be homogeneous, and critical thinking and heterogeneity are suppressed.
Work has become alienated, and, ironically, the more wealth a worker produces, the poorer he becomes, and the greater his productivity and scope of production, the poorer he becomes.
In the past, it was blessed to find the person who was suitable for his job; because, he did not need to ask about other happiness.
Nowadays, many people feel dull and helpless in their daily work and life.
Is their job right for them?
Or, do they have a job they are proud of?
Are they proud and proud of their work?
Can they bring joy in work to perfection in their work?
Can they work with love and skill with the inner expectation that they are creating a masterpiece?
It's a pity that
——most people live a quiet and desperate life. 』
『Fourteen Inscriptions on the Flesh—Work and Labor』
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01:40PM.
Edici Federation.
5650 Dolly Avenue, Buena Park, Golden State.
The Golden State, the economic heart of the federation, has a total production of 2.67 trillion US dollars, ranking first among the federal states. The state's Los Angeles and San Francisco Bay are the second and third largest metropolitan economies in the federation. .
When outsiders mention Jinzhou, this is the picture that comes to mind: On a beach, the sun is dazzling, and a blond boy with tanned skin is wearing flowery pants and carrying a surfboard in one hand. , holding a beer bottle in one hand, wearing sunglasses and saying "Hi, beauty" to the girl in bikini lying next to her sunbathing, then walked towards an old convertible Ford Mustang, stuck in traffic on the highway, and bought a large A bag of Golden State oranges, and after driving home, the neighbor is a Vinewood star.
Of course, those who don’t like it only think of large-scale forest fires, 47% of the federal homeless population, and the base camp of vegetarian and politically correct lunatics.
If you were to personify the Golden State, its haters would say without hesitation: It’s a scrawny, gender-ambiguous, tattooed left-wing idiot.
Sometimes it is so stupid that it can pass laws that are against the law, such as, "To protect Terra, the use of plastic straws is prohibited."
Here, your dog will Six million illegal immigrants will not be taken away by the police without proof of vaccination.
When the Federation announced that it has entered a semi-normal and semi-abnormal society, the Golden State has undoubtedly become an abnormal state.
Today's weather just fits people's impression of Jinzhou: the sun is shining brightly, the sky is blue, and a few white clouds are floating on the horizon.
The sun shines on the huge Amazon rice dumpling warehouse at 5650 Dolly Avenue in Buena Park. The silver-gray exterior of the warehouse shines dazzlingly in the sun.
The surrounding air is filled with a faint smell of sea salt, and occasionally a few seagulls call from afar.
The environment around the warehouse is extremely busy. Trucks come and go from time to time at the door. Loading and unloading workers are sweating profusely in the sun, busy carrying various goods.
The factory warehouse itself is a huge building. The exterior wall is made of gray-white reinforced concrete structure, which looks strong and modern.
The huge Yamazong logo is hung on the exterior wall of the building, which is conspicuous and easy to identify.
There are multiple spacious unloading areas at the entrance of the factory warehouse, equipped with efficient loading and unloading equipment to facilitate the rapid handling of goods.
There is an extensive parking lot surrounding the building, capable of accommodating a large number of employees and transport vehicles.
Inside the warehouse, in the main aisle, you can easily spot the dark gray conveyor belt.
Zhizhizhi————
Zhizhizhi————
The conveyor belt is constantly running, transporting various goods from one area to another.
They meander along the long passage, as if they are the arteries of the warehouse, conveying the "vitality" of the warehouse.
On both sides of the conveyor belt, there are several rows of packaging workbenches.
Each workbench is filled with various items, some of which have just arrived, and some of which are already packed packages.
Workers are busy working at these workbenches, skillfully classifying, packaging and labeling goods.
Buzz buzz buzz——
On the packaging platform, the automatic carton sealing machine makes a rhythmic buzz, and the packaged goods are arranged in an orderly manner on the conveyor belt, waiting for the next step of processing.
In the corner of the warehouse, dazzling light yellow storage baskets are stacked.
These storage baskets are neatly stacked together and look like a work of art from a distance.
The surface of the storage baskets shines with a soft light, and each one is polished to be extremely smooth.
Workers move storage baskets filled with merchandise onto a conveyor belt, allowing them to move along with the conveyor belt.
Behind one workbench after another are diligent Yamazong warehouse workers.
They use their hard-working hands to move back and forth between the workbench and the shelves with ease.
They were wearing blue overalls and hard hats on their heads, with sweat on their faces, but the movements in their hands never stopped.
Everyone is focused on completing their work, as if the entire warehouse is a huge machine - they are indispensable parts of this machine.
Among these busy workers, Old Jack drives a forklift through the warehouse.
Old Jack drove the forklift carefully through the narrow passage. His hands held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes stared ahead, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
The forklift made a low roar and moved steadily. The goods in front were neatly stacked, waiting to be moved to the designated location.
Old Jack is an elderly man, and Yamazong’s 80-hour work week has made his eyes numb.
While working, there is no light or humanity in his eyes. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, the bags under his eyes were sunken, and he looked exhausted.
His hands were calloused, showing signs of years of work.
During the process of carrying the goods, he occasionally stopped, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then continued to work.
On the way forward with the forklift, Old Jack discovered that a few more people were missing from the factory. He muttered in his heart, "They are being bombarded by flexible work again. Those dispatch workers; by the way, recently, too It’s not the peak season. The supervisor has recently attracted so many temporary workers and fired them quickly. What is he doing?”
“Also, I don’t seem to have seen the supervisor recently. It’s the Brady guy who is sending messages to the supervisor. , that kid... is a bit weird too."
He shook his head and continued to control the forklift, his heart full of doubts and helplessness.
What he saw made him feel exhausted, but he had no intention of stopping his work.
Because he knows that
this job is everything in his life.
Old Jack will open the goods. After all the goods arrive at the warehouse, they will be transported together and transferred to the "iron cage".
The iron cage is a shelf that is taller than several people. Different products are placed on different levels of different shelves according to classification.
Every floor on the shelves is filled with a variety of products, from electronic products to daily necessities, from clothing to food.
The appearance of the iron cage is thick and cold. The cage frame is covered with iron mesh, forming narrow passages. Employees shuttle through these passages, busy and mechanical.
After receiving the order, a dedicated employee is responsible for running back and forth between the shelves, scanning the goods in the order, and loading them into storage baskets.
These employees wear uniform work clothes, have scanners hanging on their waists, and operate them quickly and skillfully with their hands.
Their eyes also looked at Old Jack, focused and numb, executing every step like a machine without any unnecessary emotion.
They placed the storage basket on the conveyor belt. The storage basket slowly slid forward as the conveyor belt moved, making a low humming sound.
Conveyor belts carry the storage baskets all the way to the packers on the first floor.
The packers are also wearing blue work clothes, and their hands are skillful in the work of packing boxes.
A barcode is attached to each box to ensure that all items can be clearly tracked throughout the entire process. Anyone can understand the current process of the order through the barcode.
The packers will pack the boxes one by one according to the order, and put all the packaging boxes on another conveyor belt.
These neat packaging boxes gradually disappear from the eyes of the packers as the conveyor belt moves, officially starting their journey of "embracing their owners".
Whether it is a storage basket or a packing box, everything here has a cold and mechanized atmosphere.
The workers are like gears on an assembly line, repeating monotonous actions every day, with expressionless faces and no life in their eyes.
Long hours of mechanical labor have caused their faces to lose their luster, becoming numb and pale, as if eroded by the ruthlessness of the factory.
Old Jack put the goods away, got off the forklift, and was ready to start his own packing work.
His movements were fast and precise, and the wrinkles on his face were deeply marked by the traces of time.
Just when he was about to turn around, he met a tall "new employee".
Old Jack looked at the other person with somewhat cloudy eyes. He was a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes. He was wearing Yama Zong work clothes, neat and energetic.
The blond young man has a handsome face, but he always gives Old Jack a dusty look, which is very similar to the temperament of a certain type of person who is always working at a high frequency.
He also noticed that there was a silver metal stick like an electronic cigarette in the other person's right ear, which was shining with a faint light.
"Are you new here?" Old Jack couldn't help but ask.
“Yes.”
The fourth sword-wielding man in Heaven, who had just arrived at the second high-frequency sensing point through the shuttle channel from the Blue Grass State, nodded.
"Temporary worker?" Old Jack glanced at Xia Xiu, and then looked around. He found no trace of the supervisor, nor Brady, who had recently taken over the management of the working group.
"I am indeed a temporary worker."
Xia Xiu nodded.
The outfit he wore was originally transformed through [Private Customization]. At the same time, he also turned on the thinking influence of [Don Quixote Module] and [Gestalt Collapse].
Under the influence of dual cognitive distortions, his existence and identity will be rationalized in an extremely tough manner.
Perhaps, the description of the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven in the weird and abnormal community is right, and it is indeed a huge weirdness in itself.
A gathering of disasters and deaths.
Mephistopheles walking in the world.
Men in Black.
Wherever Hugh Abraham went, there was always an end.
"Have you been trained?" Old Jack then asked.
Xia Xiu shook his head, but Old Jack looked as if it was true, with complaints on his face.
"Recently, the supervisors have not followed the normal procedures. You temporary workers have come in batches. Once you come, you just throw them at work and let the old people take care of them directly. You don’t teach anything, and you don’t say anything. , leaving trivial matters and conflicts to us employees..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the blond young man again, and found that the other man was standing beside him with a meek look on his face, looking at It looks like a college student who has just stepped out of society.
With that unique stupidity and clarity, and a gentle temperament like a sheep.
"Harm, it's a good thing you met me. If you met someone else, a young man like this who looks harmless to humans and animals, he would probably be bullied." Old Jack thought to himself as a person who has been through this.
Then, he said earnestly to the fourth sword-wielder of the Kingdom of Heaven, who was harmless to humans and animals and was easily bullied:
"You should familiarize yourself with the process with me today."
"Okay." Xia Xiu adjusted the blue work cap on his head and showed a warm smile.
He happened to be very interested in this factory that was full of "inner temple" atmosphere.
Others may not be able to feel it, but as a Sin-Eating Cult, Xia Xiu can feel the aura of the factory exuding like a living thing.
This factory has two mezzanines.
In other words, he has two worlds, outside and inside, similar to the hub, but somewhat different from the hub.
He can feel that the person he is looking for next is in the other world, and what he has to do is to find a way to enter the other world.
What he has to do now is to kill these byds within three days in accordance with the requirements of the extermination order.
Old Jack didn't know what Xia Xiu was thinking. He began to lead Xia Xiu to find his own work group and work unit in the factory.
Old Jack began to take Xia Xiu around the factory to find his working group and work unit.
Through the long corridor, there are neatly arranged shelves on both sides, and the items on the conveyor belt move in an orderly manner under the operation of workers.
There was a faint smell of ink and cardboard in the air, and the hum of machines running could be heard from time to time.
“Our main job responsibility is to pack,” Old Jack introduced as he walked. “We work 10.5 hours a day. Don’t talk to me about labor laws and unions. Yamazong’s managers don’t like to hear this. , they can't listen to these words."
He paused, his voice a little tired, "Remember, you have three breaks in the middle, two breaks are no more than 15 minutes, and one break is no more than 15 minutes. More than half an hour. The rest of the time, you can only stand next to the workbench, turning on the robot mode, and repeating the packing work.”
The scene inside the factory came into Xia Xiu's eyes. Rows of workbenches were filled with various cartons and packaging tools.
The workers are busy with their heads down, and their hands are quickly and skillfully operating the packaging process.
The order information is displayed on the computer monitor, the printer keeps spitting out labels, and the scanner gun makes a series of "beep" sounds.
Old Jack continued: "In the beginning, you were only responsible for packaging small and medium-sized orders of single items: packaging DVDs or CDs into cardboard boxes, or packaging small boxes into larger boxes. . Everything you need for packaging can be found on the workbench."
He pointed to the workbench, "There is a computer monitor, printer and scanner on the workbench. They will tell you. What should you put into what and then where after printing the label?”
Xia Xiu carefully looked at the equipment on the workbench. The computer monitor flashed order information, stacks of label paper were stacked next to the printer, and the scanner guns were neatly placed aside.
Around the workbench, piles of unpacked and flattened cartons can be seen everywhere. Tapes, rollers and knives are neatly arranged for workers to use at any time.
Old Jack's slightly mechanical words continued, "During the prescribed working hours, employees are not allowed to sit down during the entire working time unless they apply for a medical condition."
His voice sounded like it was coming from a recording device, without any emotion.
Xia Xiu scanned the surrounding factory environment.
The employees at each workstation are like silent gears, turning silently and mechanically repeating the same actions.
The constantly moving storage baskets and packing boxes on the conveyor belt create a busy and indifferent picture.
The ceiling light in the warehouse emits a dazzling white light, illuminating the entire space, but it cannot illuminate the numb eyes of the workers.
"In addition, no matter what the circumstances, you are not allowed to leave your respective workstations without permission."
Old Jack continued, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in his voice, "If the transmission If the belt fails, you will find colleagues suddenly appearing in the warehouse, who will keep putting new order storage baskets on your workbench and ensure that you will not be idle."
Yamazong is well aware of this fact.
So, the employees have no chance to breathe.
Their jobs are all linear, they just keep packing, packing, and packing.
Other things can be solved through packaging.
He followed Old Jack to the workbench, where there was an employee-specific tracking wristband.
Old Jack picked up the wristband, handed it to Xia Xiu, and said, "I'm not kidding, Yamazong has applied for a patent for employee tracking wristbands."
"This is not a satire, This is reality.”
Xia Xiu took the wristband and felt its weight and texture.
The wristband looks like an ordinary electronic watch, but it has some tiny sensors on the back that seem to be able to sense the wearer's status and activities.
He looked carefully and then put the wristband on his wrist.
"You have to remember," Old Jack continued, "this wristband can monitor employees' work dynamics. When the system detects that an employee is in a 'loose' state, the wristband will vibrate continuously and urge the employee to work seriously and efficiently. ."
There was a hint of helplessness and boredom in his voice.
Old Jack continued: "In Yamazong's employee handbook, they say in a boastful tone that they will set the work standards of employees to 'incredibly high'. Take my job as an example, My work goal is nominally to complete 104 orders and packages per hour, but in fact, my assessment goal is at least 120 orders and packages per hour."
"According to the agency responsible for supervising my packaging. The data provided shows that my average packaging speed is always lower than the packaging efficiency tracked in real time based on the desktop display."
Old Jack continued, with a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in his voice, "They are also related to the packaging efficiency. Several agencies have temporarily cooperated to add a number of "eyes in the sky" inside the warehouse. These "eyes in the sky" are responsible for monitoring the work of employees, and will notify employees through the writing board to tell them whether they have completed the target tasks. I’ll let you know soon.”
"When you work in Yamazong, you have two 15-minute paid breaks every day, and there is also a half-hour unpaid lunch break."
Old Jack continued to explain, "The computer on the workbench is When you scan the goods, the system will prompt you which size packaging box you need, print relevant product labels, monitor your packaging speed, and calculate the number of items you scan every hour. ."
"In terms of paid breaks and unpaid breaks, you also need to log out through different barcodes."
Old Jack said with resentment, "I started to think that the data. The difference is because the system artificially reduces our packaging efficiency, but in fact, when you need to take a paid break and log out of the system, the system’s recording does not stop, so the average packaging efficiency is directly lowered.”
< br>Xia Xiu nodded, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
This mechanism essentially forces employees to work harder to make up for the drop in performance during breaks.
“It is through this method that Yamazong is able to make employees work harder and make up for the low performance caused during the statutory paid breaks as much as possible.”
< br>Old Jack said with a somewhat painful expression:
“Completing an average of 104 packaging tasks per hour already makes people race against time to work efficiently and quickly, and you also have to pick goods in batches and Complete a series of operations - pick the correct items according to the order, scan and view the item details, print labels, select the right size box and complete other packing preparations until it is packed, labeled and placed solidly and beautifully Send it to the next destination on the conveyor belt."
Old Jack paused and looked at Xia Xiu deeply: "If you want to complete 120 packaging tasks per hour, basically you need to complete it within 30 seconds. Complete all the above operations within ”
Xia Xiu couldn't help but pointed to the [Flexible Working System] sign above the factory and asked curiously:
"Flexible working system, what kind of flexible method?"
Old Jack sneered. Dao:
“Generally speaking, when the volume of parcels is huge during the peak season, Yamazong will hire a large group of people and be flexible when needed.
Flexible working system basically means adding one more person hours of work.
Normally, I work a four-hour shift, but when they asked for an additional hour of flexibility, I had to work a five-hour shift. "
"Then what happens if you say you don't want to work overtime for an hour? "Xia Xiu continued to ask.
"Yama Zong implements a points system. For example, if you are late within an hour, you will receive 0.5 points.
If you are more than an hour late, you will get 1 point. If you didn't show up for the entire class, you'll be deducted 1.5 points. If you save up five points, they give you an attendance warning, which basically says, 'Hey, you're going to be kicked out because your attendance is so bad. ’
If you accumulate 6 points, they will fire you immediately.
So, if I leave an hour or two early, they give me those points.
I'm not sure if the so-called flexible working system is part of the plan.
But if I said I didn't want to work overtime, I guess they would either say, 'No, I'm sorry, you have to keep working,' or they would say, 'You can just leave work if you want, but you have to Know how many points you will get for this. '"
Speaking of this, Old Jack couldn't help spitting and cursed secretly:
"These byd******s who gave birth to children without buttholes, they are all* ****”
"Flexible work, play nml*****"
(End of this chapter)