I always buy my gasoline at the same convenience store. The other day, while I was standing in the checkout line, the following conversation occurred:
CUSTOMER: You know, I’ve been coming to this place a long time, and I’ve noticed that everybody who works here is an assistant manager. What’s up with that? Lots of chiefs, no Indians.
ASSISTANT MANAGER: Well, I’ll tell you what’s up with that. Since I’m an “assistant manager”, they only have to pay me overtime when they feel like it. I get to work alone, opening and closing, no matter how busy it is, and I’d better not complain. I can work six hours straight without getting a break. They never give me a raise. Basically, dude, I get shit on.
CUSTOMER: That’s what I thought. I’m an attorney. You might want to have somebody look into this.
RICK: It sounds pretty fishy to me.
ASSISTANT MANAGER: This whole place is fishy. I have to read this stupid discount script to every customer, even the ones outside getting gas. Like I have time to do that when the line stretches to the door and all the pumps are full. But if I don’t do it, and somebody from the company comes in, they can fire me.
If corporate America and its political factotums get their way, we’ll all be assistant managers.