<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:16:23.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole world wants what we're on</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922.post-114779170170394594</id><published>2006-05-16T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:01:41.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Factory Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers were close to anyone and everyone who wanted to work. They did not need job experience, they just needed to know how to pull levers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many instances where workers were having health problems like sore backs and hands, calluses, and bruising.&lt;br /&gt;Factories were an unhealthy environment, many workers would have to do stressful work in&lt;br /&gt;the hot heat and freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;The air was very unhealthy and often caused lung disease for workers. &lt;br /&gt;Many people seen it as a "natural" for children to start work in factories when they first&lt;br /&gt;Opened.&lt;br /&gt;There were no breaks and most of the time you were stuck with a cruel boss. The view on child labour was later changed, and many people started to realize that a factory was not a place for a child.&lt;br /&gt;Child labour benefited their employers and provided some extra income for the child's family,&lt;br /&gt;But it harmed the children in many ways. They were sick with deadly diseases, but still&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't many benefits and health laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women were paid less then men for doing the same work. They didn't have an excuse for this, it was just a common tradition. Women were set to only work to add to their husbands income. &lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if employers felt that it was a privilege for a women to work in the work force.&lt;br /&gt;They were not allowed to chat, or smile, or even make jokes.&lt;br /&gt;They too were facing many health flaws, for example, Bells Telephone Company required  operators to take long -distance calls, and often they  suffered electric shocks that caused convulsions.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time women had to face long shifts, anywhere from five to eight hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;They wages weren't exactly sufficient either... They ranged somewhere along the lines of 21 to 16 Cents an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25550922-114779170170394594?l=dead--disco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/114779170170394594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25550922&amp;postID=114779170170394594' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114779170170394594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114779170170394594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/2006/05/factory-work-workers-were-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922.post-114779164115681475</id><published>2006-05-16T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:00:41.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Factory Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, women and children, boys and girls were all able to work, in many cases you did&lt;br /&gt;Not have to be a professional in that line of work you just needed to know which levers to&lt;br /&gt;Pull and how everything works in a factory.&lt;br /&gt;This indication implies that employers would be able to hire uneducation and untrained women&lt;br /&gt;And children and have them do more work but be paid less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had several different workers in several different areas on the assembly lines.&lt;br /&gt;Each worker had a series of small jobs. Alternatively, a worker would take a separate part of&lt;br /&gt;The assembly line; for instance, if you were working to put together a toy, one worker would&lt;br /&gt;Build the head, one would build the body and another would build the base. They may have&lt;br /&gt;One or several workers towards the end of the line to paint the toy.&lt;br /&gt;Materials would not be put on by robots, or machines like they are today.&lt;br /&gt;It would be right to assume that when automated machines, and robots were first introduced, &lt;br /&gt;Many workers were put out of work.&lt;br /&gt;Each worker spent all day doing the same thing over and over again until their shifts were&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25550922-114779164115681475?l=dead--disco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/114779164115681475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25550922&amp;postID=114779164115681475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114779164115681475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114779164115681475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/2006/05/factory-work-men-women-and-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922.post-114746150036010621</id><published>2006-05-12T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:18:20.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's blog gets ... better.</title><content type='html'>It's still worth crap, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I need SAMANTHA to fix the HTML crap.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO POINTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25550922-114746150036010621?l=dead--disco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/114746150036010621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25550922&amp;postID=114746150036010621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114746150036010621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114746150036010621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/2006/05/justins-blog-gets-better.html' title='Justin&apos;s blog gets ... better.'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922.post-114455443574612485</id><published>2006-04-08T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:47:15.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are in fact social butterflies, while others share the same qualities of a&lt;br /&gt;mosquito. Lingering around large groups of people, hope to get a taste of what they&lt;br /&gt;want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening was fun. We did was we usually do, which is fairly predictable.&lt;br /&gt;A person stops wondering "What will I be doing on the weekend" because in our case&lt;br /&gt;we do the same thing almost every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;If we did this for 3 more years, we probably would have seen all that Kay's Cash &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Carry has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm positive that things will pick up in the summer/SAERC.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least they &lt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;better O: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on your knees, and smile like a doughnut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25550922-114455443574612485?l=dead--disco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/114455443574612485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25550922&amp;postID=114455443574612485' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114455443574612485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114455443574612485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-people-are-in-fact-social_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922.post-114443664238650400</id><published>2006-04-07T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:04:02.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I went to bed with the expectancy of waking up at the very early time of 5:40 AM. Somewhere in between my expectations for the next day were clouded by the fact&lt;br /&gt;that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I could sleep for another&lt;br /&gt;hour. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, when I'm lying in bed I tend not to think of the outcome after I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;That morning I was late. Not only did I not wake up at 5:40 AM, but I didn't get to&lt;br /&gt;school until 8:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome of the day, on the other hand was slightly more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't packed with work, and it wasn't too boring either.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Mr.Decoste wasn't there today. But the butch of a Student Teacher was.&lt;br /&gt;She's a bit more relaxed then Mr.Decoste is though.&lt;br /&gt;Garret read a paragraph out of the Science book, it was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Except a few of the stupid kids who haven't had `The Talk` yet.&lt;br /&gt;It was talking about vibrations, heat, particles speeding up and stuff which could easily be in relation to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be Teacher breeding time, because there's like 5 in our school and I'm pretty &lt;br /&gt;sure a few other schools have them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigid scheduled a `thing` tonight about a week ago. Mainly because she didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;But after a week of her saying "we're doing something on Friday" she to the last minute decides that she "just wants to stay home and sleep"&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't official plans, but for her to come out and bitch at us for making plans&lt;br /&gt;around her, making plans and canceling, or not inviting her... Then she's being completely dumb. &lt;br /&gt;I honestly can say that I really wouldn't care if she didn't come to any, or the next few of our affairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt Emma would or be able to come anyway. I also wouldn't be surprised if we didn't do anything this week either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25550922-114443664238650400?l=dead--disco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/114443664238650400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25550922&amp;postID=114443664238650400' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114443664238650400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114443664238650400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night-i-went-to-bed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25550922.post-114435102988840803</id><published>2006-04-06T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:27:53.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no life, so I decided to get a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ditched diaryland, because it's dumb. This is probably more complicated, and I don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. So far - so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the worst days ever. This week was one of the worst weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to bed at 2 AM. Don't ask why. I napped, woke up at 11:30, then just stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I woke up at 7:00AM got ready for school, but didn't get there until 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;I ripped my pants. Right in the crotch.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jam&lt;/span&gt; on them from my toast.&lt;br /&gt;I was also in too much of a rush to get my gym clothes, so I had to walk home (in the rain) to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;This week went by so slow. I think I &lt;s&gt;might&lt;/s&gt; better be doing something with Emma &amp; Samantha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost bet Pokemon Yellow. Im on Victory Road. Which is the place before Indigo Platau. After that, I face Gary. But I think I'll loose because his team is too damn balanced.&lt;br /&gt;After that I get to catch Mewtwo (who is Mew's ... child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25550922-114435102988840803?l=dead--disco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/feeds/114435102988840803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25550922&amp;postID=114435102988840803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114435102988840803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25550922/posts/default/114435102988840803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead--disco.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-no-life-so-i-decided-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17995624415107893260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
