Saturday October 22nd 2011 Tim Candler
This time in two weeks, I might
not be here, because this time in two weeks I should be gainfully
employed. And by gainfully employed I mean at the beck and call of
a capital entity which deducts taxes from the minimum wage. The last
time I was employed by such an entity, the relationship crumbled
following two inches of snow, the obligations of idle management,
political disagreement, raised voices, and some very cruel words that
led to an idea that put me in the category of rabble rouser. It
was winter 1981, or perhaps 1980. I had a head cold and in those
days I believed in rum, freedom and equality.
I have always thought that high on their list of
obligations, an employer should etch politeness. I need to be told
that I am a freeman. I don't like to be shouted at. It's nice to know
why I am doing something. The occasional please and thank you. A pat on the
head around birthdays. I am not fond of 'employee of the month.'
I think here where I live that's called "suck-ass" behavior. Nor
do I approve of a management that define themselves by the vehicle they
drive, or the suits they wear, or how much wealthier they are. Otherwise I
am again ready to be told I speak funny. And if ever the union men
arrive, if I am disgruntled, I'll pay my dues and know that nothing has
changed since last I was gainfully employed.