i make commercials & ads for a living.

COMMERCIALS AND ADS!

political, mostly - but all types of shit.

sometimes i find myself utterly disgusted at the art & messaging i create all in the name of the highest bidders.

i've been on a lifelong crusade to lessen the intensity of commercialism as best I can.

i used to mute the television whenever commercials were on.

and now i find myself paying more and more attention to them.

i think it's disgusting, so i have to constantly remind myself to calm the fuck down about it.

have you ever had to talk yourself through a moral dilemma about work you're doing at a 'job'?

Poll result (4 votes) what? no. I got to make the moneys. work place morality is for suckers and subordinates. (1 votes) Vote kinda.I got over it though. it really is all about the money (c) manolo rose (1 votes) Vote yeah. I rolled out. just couldn't do it. (2 votes) Vote ... I need a new job. this cash register is getting to me. (0 votes) Vote

corny...

I worked for iTunes for seven years. During my time there:

-My manager openly said in a staff meeting that we essentially had a no-poaching agreement with Google and to tell her if we got any calls from Google recruiters. Which is of course, wildly illegal and Apple and Google and bunches of other companies eventually got sued for. I was just so stunned that she said it openly in a meeting that I was like "well, she perhaps misspoke? Or maybe i don't understand the law?" But no, it was straight up dirty. Should grabbed an employent lawyer and got them ducats. Oh well.

-I head about the Steve Jobs dinner with all the major book publishers where they agreed on e-books pricing. http://curtisagency.com/blog/2012/04/apple-on-conspiracy-dinner-menu.html Again, from a manager, more senior than my direct manager. Again, I was like "like, what? A company like Apple wouldn't do something so cray illegal like that and let people like this manager know about it. He must have misspoke." But no, it was straight up dirty. Should grabbed an anti-trust lawyer and got them ducats. Oh well.

and have CMS continute to pay exhorbitant amounts for it

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pink toes: http://i.imgur.com/WN7DPL1

difficult to make and moral compass for me will never be compromised by money or a job. I've left jobs for their shady dealings in the past, so...

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Some will tell you that they love you but they've got an ulterior motive - Oh what a shame
They will tell you that they need you but they've got an ulterior motive - Personal gain

(c) Luciano


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fg0-qndkemo

Since it's classified I can't speak on it, but some shit I worked on and personally presented and demoed to brass while a DoD contractor likely led to the deaths of hundreds or thousands of people when put into use in Iraq and Afghanistan. I try not to think about it and for the most part I don't, but sometimes I can't help but wonder about the shit. Like... How many people were killed as a direct result of something I helped to create?

There were a number of projects like that.

After I left that space and came back to commercial shit. I have been exposed to child porn a bit in my time in network security. I have kids and that shit pisses me off to no end. Even more that the assholes looking at it were doing it from their work computers like we wouldn't find out. But merely being exposed to it repeatedly got me to the point where, while investigating an incident, I wanted to take a tire iron to one cat's desk and beat him unconscious... or to death, whichever happened; I didn't really care. I did go out to my car and picked up my 18" half-inch breaker bar and took it back to my desk. I sent up all the paperwork for the incident, let management know I was about to lock him out of his keyboard and mouse and to get ready to move on him. Called my contact at the FBI to have him picked up once we were done. When we got him, I put the bar into my backpack and headed towards the room they had him in with his laptop. Only thing that stopped it from happening was the bar was too big to fit in my backpack and it fell out as I left my office. Shit made a loud ass noise when it hit the ground and it made me think about what I was about to do. I put it in my office in a desk drawer and went to the room with my backpack of forensic tools. He was arrested and charged with possession. IIRC he's still in prison, hopefully he's somebody's bitch and his asshole and mouth have been used as prison currency.

I knew it was part of the job, but morally I didn't think I could keep going because of seeing the shit and the anger that I felt that last time. I just had to resolve it within myself to keep going 'cause each cat I caught was one less person adding to the spread of cp, and somehow that would help to keep a child out of harms way.

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"Where was the peace when we were getting shot? Where's the peace when we were getting laid out?
Where is the peace when we are in the back of ambulances? Where is the peace then?
They don't want to call for peace then.