Three years have gone by with me trying to get to the heart of my boss and make him see the value in human life, transform his ability to experience employees as real people with hearts and souls - dreams and pride. Every now and then, he will throw me a crumb, pretend to care about improving morale in the workplace. Being the optimist I am, I bound with excitement at the possibility that I can be an agent for change, make a significant contribution, show them the light. All too soon I see that I am the victim of a thinly veiled ruse. Changing anything will only take place if it correlates with more money in their pockets.
During one of those whispered gripe sessions in the hall, after being upbraided for having the audacity to inform a couple of clients that one of the key designers on their account would soon be leaving Binary, the aforementioned freed bird put it in a nutshell for me. My bosses have no heart and no soul. He and his partner are cyborgs. They are automotons who work to live and live to work. Family, friendships, fitness, health...the light of day are unnecessary deterrents to PROFIT. Nothing is more important than the contribution any of us can make to THEM. They cannot understand why it is not abundantly clear to all of us that they are doing us a favor by supplying an opportunity to continue to receive a paycheck. Isn’t it obvious we should show our endless gratitude by coming early, staying late, never needing or wanting a day off for sickness or vacation and jumping for joy if we make our .01% bonus for earning them a million dollars a year?
I had better get busy learning a thing or two about being grateful for what I have, despite the dire state of affairs, or put 100% more effort into finding an employer more committed to quality of life than quantity of hours. I vow to create a viable employment opportunity that would allow me to tell the cretins that they can take this job and shove it.
And there you have it!
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