make sure you get paid up front, dude. these people do not keep their promises. money is also a promise. don’t trust that shit either. the moment you outlive your usefulness; you’re out.
In my workplace filled with engineers there was a good ammount of trust for management for years, our director was considered to be a cool, unrestanding guy. It toppled in an instant when a new CEO decided to implement new set of much stricter rules that made everyone realise they are indeed members of working class and not the mythical middle class. It doesn’t change much that your tool is a computer and not a greasy, dirty and smelly machine and your job requires a degree, if you work for a private enterprise your work and life is not worth more than an imaginary number representing a market value of the company. From my perspective it’s funny to see how belief in meritocracy falls after years of being made fun of for mocking it.
it’s equal parts frustrating and satisfying. a lifetime of cassandra, and no recognition when I finally get to scream “I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!” at the top of my lungs about everything, because still nobody wants to fix it and I’ve got nothing better to do.
well, no, again, ‘paid’ implies money, which can just be declared fake. your accounts, the serial numbers on your bills, the provenance of the art or precious metals shipped to you. if you aren’t absolutely in control in that system, you are nothing, and if you outlive your usefulness, why should they let you keep your points and continue extracting treats from their pool of treats?
the only thing to do that would keep any value given to you would be to continue your utility to them, until you fucking die, or be at the top.
make sure you get paid up front, dude. these people do not keep their promises. money is also a promise. don’t trust that shit either. the moment you outlive your usefulness; you’re out.
In my workplace filled with engineers there was a good ammount of trust for management for years, our director was considered to be a cool, unrestanding guy. It toppled in an instant when a new CEO decided to implement new set of much stricter rules that made everyone realise they are indeed members of working class and not the mythical middle class. It doesn’t change much that your tool is a computer and not a greasy, dirty and smelly machine and your job requires a degree, if you work for a private enterprise your work and life is not worth more than an imaginary number representing a market value of the company. From my perspective it’s funny to see how belief in meritocracy falls after years of being made fun of for mocking it.
it’s equal parts frustrating and satisfying. a lifetime of cassandra, and no recognition when I finally get to scream “I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!” at the top of my lungs about everything, because still nobody wants to fix it and I’ve got nothing better to do.
oh for sure. if I’m gonna sell out humanity, I’m gonna make sure to give you guys the respect you deserve by making sure I’m paid in full.
well, no, again, ‘paid’ implies money, which can just be declared fake. your accounts, the serial numbers on your bills, the provenance of the art or precious metals shipped to you. if you aren’t absolutely in control in that system, you are nothing, and if you outlive your usefulness, why should they let you keep your points and continue extracting treats from their pool of treats?
the only thing to do that would keep any value given to you would be to continue your utility to them, until you fucking die, or be at the top.
you must be fun at parties
I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been invited to one.