Maybe they're overstaffed. Twelve seems like a lot.

Art workers.

AKA security workers.

Workers: we want to unionize!
Frye: ok
Workers: you must meet with us!
Frye: ok
Workers: We will rise up and fight for our rights!
Frye: uh, how about we just get together and work it out?
Workers: Sawant said we had to fight!
Frye: good grief, can you fight and still show up to work? Fine, fight to your hearts content.

“noise from the construction of twin 33-story luxury high rises being built by Vancouver developer Westbank Corp. on the Frye's former parking lot almost threatened to drown out the voices the workers. The metaphor was lost on absolutely no one.”

The only metaphor I can find is socialists don’t like the sound of trained construction workers and iron workers making a good living. Want to make good money? Get some skills above “standing” and “keeping an eye on things”.

“noise from the construction”

Well maybe if these kids should had learned to weld or become iron workers instead of studying “art” at college, they wouldn’t have wound up in a job potted plants can probably do.

“Well maybe if these kids had learned to weld ....”

iPhone typos...

re the photo with this post:
a gathering of the superfluous and useless; in terms of Real World Skills.
with about aa 18 hour life expectancy when The Shit Hits The Fan...

This is terrific! As a SAG-AFTRA and Equity Actor/Performer, I approve.

@10 I've only met these types of actors:

1 Successful ones
2 Unsuccessful ones
3. Ones who go full union (see 2)
4 Waiters

Same thing goes with the 'arts' crowd.

@11:

Yeah, yeah - and how many actors have you actually met? I mean, you DO realize literally every actor you see in a major motion picture, or television/digital media series (i.e. the "successful" ones) are union members, yes?

@12,

Please cite source indicating anyone ever claimed the increased minimum wage was going to "solve all the cost of living problems."

Dumbass.

@12:

I guess you weren't paying attention, but the cost of living was going up long before the $15 per hour minimum wage kicked in.

Dumbass.

Maybe they should have gotten the skills those construction workers banging away across the street have. Then they can have a nice house in South King County, a truck or two.

But I suspect the irony would be lost on them.

During his struggling youth, Franz Klein (a now mostly forgotten Abstract Expressionist) was once asked by a friend to pet-sit a dog in his cold water garret. The neglected dog died after eating dish detergent out of desperation. Klein waxed philosophical: "you see - an artist is someone who can survive where an animal dies."

When I was an art student, the future of art was supposed to make the museum and gallery obsolete: experienced online, or conceptually or by helicopter above the Great Salt Lake; and gallery attendant/museum docent jobs would vanish as well. This advance in technology never materialized, of course, except for the increase in surveillance cameras which now prevent artists from fulfilling their nutritional needs by shoplifting at the local grocer's or midnight garden raids, as I did, with no more shame than any animal. But artists are a unique species of wild animal: unlike snow leopards or white tigers, they actually hope to be captured and made the exotic pets of billionaires, or placed in municipal zoos.