I'm less of work needs to die, and more of a work needs to change person. Goods and services need some sort of medium of exchange, and one that's mutually agreed upon by the vast majority is ideal to me. However, I am ragingly pissed all the time about the allocation of said medium – money. Which leads me into my post.
On Thursday, I got my email that someone had tested positive for Covid in office on Tuesday and the office was closing down for a week. Tuesday and Wednesday are our mandatory in office days, and we had a potluck on Wednesday. I don't give a feral rat's piss what your opinion on Covid is, so kindly keep it to yourself, but I'm absolutely and totally uninterested in catching it. For now, I'm trusting science and quarantining because what other options are there.
However, this made me consider some of what's been going on in my office for the last little while. My big boss (whom I'm personally impressed by, as they've retained a lot more of his humanity over the years then any other boss I've worked for) has been working from his second home in Florida because their partner needed surgery. Surgery that cost, after our healthcare plan, more than my annual salary. Upfront, I'm legitimately glad and hopeful that they make a full recovery, and nobody could be more deserving of a good medical recovery. Want to be very clear that I respect this person, and I've been lucky to learn through observation from them.
But I think you see where this is going. I'm struggling to pay rent, I couldn't afford that level of medical treatment, and do as I say not as I do is always an ugly look. Being “good people” requires actual effort and compensation, and I'm not buying it anymore as you work from your second home. I understand that you also are subject to a board of directors, but this is my moment when I say absolutely no more. Time for a new job. Thanks for reading!