The Consumerist blog picked up the story of a St. Cloud Pizza Hut employee who broke in to his workplace in the dark hours deep-fry some boneless chicken wings. I call schemes like this DIY employee benefits. It would be a better story if the 21-year-old weren’t hammered.
When I was a young punk playing in bands and working warehouse jobs I had a roommate who worked the line at an Uptown café (it’s been closed for years). One night, completely unencumbered by alcohol or any other substances, we drove up Hennepin Avenue and let ourselves into the café for some dark-hours milkshakes. We sat at a window table, kicked up our feet, and sucked down those milkshakes like it was 1955. My co-conspirator was paid poverty wages and had no benefits— except for a key and the code for the security alarm. He deserved it. Hell, we both did.
We’ve all assembled our own employee benefits package at some point in our adult lives. Sure, there are much more substantial and critical labor issues at the heart of the epic protests next door in Wisconsin, but workplace rights come in all sizes right?
What’s your story? And be smart about this! Don’t get yourself or anybody else in trouble.