All Hail the Grape Lord page 21

All Hail the Grape Lord – page 21 – end

I got the idea for this comic when I was working security at several different Amazon skyscrapers, 12 hour shifts. At my usual post, I was more or less left alone to sit in an elevator vestibule and draw the whole time, but that day was the first day I was reassigned without warning to a different building which was no busier than my usual one but which was all standing posts with cameras everywhere where we had to greet every amazon worker coming in and I got told off for drawing. There were fancy chairs everywhere but we weren’t allowed to sit in them, they were for the amazonians. We worked in the same buildings as them and us and the janitorial staff arguably worked harder, but we got none of the benefits that they did besides a roof over our heads while we worked. I was assigned to that building many times after that but I was so angry I wrote and thumbnailed this whole comic on my lunch break.

I’m not gonna put my anti-capitalist anarchist rant here (not enough space), but my point is that this type of artificial divide between the service workers and the office workers served only to reinforce the feeling of inferiority in the service workers and superiority in the office workers. Our supervisors would check our uniforms at the start of every shift like schoolkids, for fuck’s sake. If any of us were caught drinking on the job we’d be fired on the spot, but communal minifridges specifically for booze were a common sight in the offices we patrolled and drinking is practically a job requirement for them. I have a “big girl job” now and the shift to a work environment where my personhood is respected is surreal. Why do service workers deserve less?