Do you believe in Inflation? The word harbors negative connotations. Economies grow because of population.
At the same time, I have always believed in a steady raise. If you’ve been working there so long, it should be more beneficial for you. Seniority rank, or similar themes, right?
That’s… Inflation.
If a cheeseburger becomes more pricey because of its ever growing audience & taste, that too is… Inflation.
To really antiwork, I believe is to accept a sum:
a livable sum. No raise, but a cap you find more than adequate, if not at least.
“Going to Italy this year?“
“No, but maybe next.”
I have left the service industry after over a decade of sweat. People still tell me, literally every conversation, “ OH There’s some GOOD money to be made there!”
Then fuck you!!! Why are you my Lyft driver? You said you side hustle this & DJ with your regular gig, but have financial advice for me?
YOU GO FUCKING SERVE YOUR FRIENDS.
There’s so much delusion.
The problem is I’m still empathetic. I don’t want to be. This is what a decade of service industry will do to you:
caring about those who won’t give eye contact.
I don’t believe in Communism. “Sounds great on paper.” Yes, I agree.
I just believe in an accepted sum.
“Look, do you wanna operate on beating hearts & be sued when your patient dies, or would you prefer making sure this bride has the perfect Barbarian themed fruit bouquet?”
We should be paid for pressure.
Then? When you mentally aren’t sure of your life, or loss, or anything, you should be granted that time, stress free. (Obviously limit there on time off but I do mean a gracious amount. Like, a “Yes Man,” amount. Or more? It should all be negotiable. A life crisis should be forgiven at least once in your life.
We’re all different. We should have different negotiations. If we have to be flexible to schedules, they should be flexible to negations.