April 21st, 2008


Bad Jobs Suck

All together now, say it with me, "Bad Jobs Suck!" There, don't you feel better?

Cary Tenis tells a letter writer wondering about her job:

Most jobs suck. When you were in school, didn't you take MostJobsSuck 101? Most jobs will not bring you happiness. It may be that you will have to be an entrepreneur and create your own wealth.

You must assert your right to exist and to be as you are. You must assert your right to feel as you feel. You must say to yourself, If I don't like this job, maybe it's because this job totally sucks ass! Maybe that's why! Maybe this country is going down the toilet and maybe that's why I feel lost and alienated and afraid. Maybe I'm not the problem.

Try that, would you? Just try saying to yourself, I'm not the problem. I didn't create this world. I didn't make these rules. I didn't come up with this asinine idea of bosses monitoring employees by video from home. It's nonsense! I have a right -- moreover, a duty! -- not to participate in such nonsense. I'm better than that. I'm a free citizen in a democracy. I have some rights. I have a conscience. My conscience is outraged by this. No one should have to put up with it.

Try saying that to yourself. Try shouting it out loud. You are in a shitty situation. This job of yours sucks. Who says you should do this job? Let them find someone else. This job is not for you. Any job where the bosses watch you on video from their homes is a job in a totalitarian atmosphere. So if you fail at such a job it is perhaps because you value individual freedom and dignity.

So why do so many young people seem to think that the problem lies with them? The problem is not with you. The problem is that a lot of things in the world really suck. So try to enjoy your life. Don't worry about succeeding. It is a sucker's game. Until you can find something that you genuinely enjoy doing, do not assume that employers and institutions are on your side. They are not looking out for you. They are looking for suckers.

You can read more from the link up above.

Happy Monday!

God--Save Me From Your Followers

Once, years ago, I got a letter from the mother of my children's Christian friends from down the road. Their friends had been allowed to come and play with mine one day, but then their parents noticed our odd names and realized that we were some of those strange Hare Krishnas who lived in the neighborhood. I use the term loosely as it was a rural area in California.
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I hope that I'm wrong and that we can find a way. I find that Aretha Franklin's song Respect is running through my mind.