That's cool, I still only made $100. I literally don't care. In fact, I would feel a lot better NOT knowing how much we made. It bears zero relevance on me, or my pay. I already know a single entree is worth more than an hours of my time. I don't need the constant reminder that whether I feed 20 people or 200, I still make the same wages.
I watched the episode 15 of season 2. In the episode the warehouse workers get an idea that they should unionize. Michael is there in the warehouse and is afraid to say no to them. Michael is depicted as the stupid and silly boss who can't do his job properly. Then the corporate level boss comes to speak with the warehouse workers and she tells them that unionizing would cause them all to lose their jobs and their local unit is closed. The workers let go of the idea that they should form a union. This is bullshit. The people who are the smart and the in the right in most of the episodes are depicted anti union. And the silly one who is incompetent and can't do his job is unable to resist the union. I started to hate the series now. Anti working class bullshit.
I used to work at a large financial institution in the risk management department. For the past three years the C-suite constantly acknowledged the War on Talent in reports regarding ongoing risks. In my naivety, I would correct reports coming out of our business unit to say the War for Talent. I did this because I thought we were fighting to hire and retain people. My direct supervisor was even supportive of the updates and agreed with the change. About six months ago, my supervisor started suggesting that I don't reword the reports because we didn't want to use different wording the rest of the organization and we needed to focus on consistent messaging. I still thought, nah, this is the right way to put it, I'll keep doing it my way. Two months ago I was pulled into a conference call with an EVP who let me know that…
I feel so beaten. In the middle of a 46 hour shit we got turned down for a rental, because I work too much. He doesn't think my hours are sustainable. How do land lords think they can charge so much for rent and then condemn you for doing what it takes to pay it.
I've worked long enough to know my limits. Almost every job I had expected everyone to break their asses all day. They expected us to clock in behind, and clock out ahead. I remember one job in particular where I didn't have time to tie my shoes. Those same employers feigned confusion when that pressure resulted in accidents and mistakes that cost time. I was reminded of that again recently. My job basically gave everyone more work to “keep afloat” and part of that was me having a second group on fridays. This means I had to do paperwork that I normally had an hour and a half to work on in about 10 minutes. I of course fucked it all up, and then had to hand it to someone else to go with the second group. Because that's just not enough time to do that. I see a lot…
