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San Francisco - and the Bay Area in general - has become something of an arcade for the young and plugged in. Uber, Lyft, TaskRabbit, Carbon, Rinse, Instacart, Alfred - a kingdom of cute one-wrod fiefdoms offering chauffer and butler services for the new tech titans. They are shuttled to their corporate campuses - like csummer camp, a world fo priamry colors and playtgrounds and cafes and endless amusement to keep them happy at work. For them, all of life's conveniences can be had at the push of a button; for others, they've got to get running every time the bell rings. The sharing economy meets modern sweatshop. The gamification of life in the city doesn't mean everyone can afford to play.
I went to China, and I remember talking to the minister of economics. He said, "You must invest in our country."
I said, "Why should I? There's a guy that I ran into that built a $90 million choclate company here, and you nationzlied it. You took it from him."
hahahha this idiot can go fuck himself
I've seen start-ups change an industry and challenge huge companies. We saw Tesla change the auto industry, Skype changed the long-distance carriers, and Hotmail changed the post office. Huge things are happening out there, over the last forty-five to fifty years. So much improvement, thanks to the private sector.
I always describe these entrepreneurs as heroes. Heroes are our past, the people we look back on and say they did great things. But superheroes are our future - whether they are industrialists, leaders of societies, or revolutionaries. They are focused on the future. We need to find some superheroes.
he literally just made this heroes/superheroes distinction up???
At Intel, they have this system where you're either a blue badge or a green badge. Blue badge, you're an engineer, you're a top admin. If you're a green badge, you're a subcontractor. Which means you're at the bottom. I was a green badge.
There's special events, like the end of the summer, outside with a carnival, If you were a green badge, you were not allowed to go to the picnic, not allowed outside. Since we made the food, we got to eat it anyways - as lunch. But we weren't allowed to go outside and play the games. You could only look. You couldn't touch.
They had it very separetd - by class - as I liked to say, segregated.
Honestly, making those weird little coffee - that was a chance to do something different. Other than that, you were invisible. You were an invisible worker. Things got restocked magically.