Tuesday 30 September 2014

Theres a man swearing a lot into his phone. And I mean a lot by my standards, not just regular standards.

The person at the other end of the phone is telling him about a boss asking work to be done when there isn’t enough people to do the work. At one point the man at my end says “he’s stressing us the fuck out.”

I’m waiting for a bus outside the hospital. I hope he’s not so stressed that he’s gone medical. Workers getting stressed by management is as futile as it gets. We lost the power we had when Thatch smashed unions to pieces. Now they are a means synthesise the collaboration of employees in their own demise.

Or, to take a Thatcherite slant on it, if you want to make the decisions then get the jobs where you make the decisions.

Either way you have to accept that you can’t control what is done or how it’s done if you’re near the bottom of the pyramid. And getting wound up about it is completely counterproductive for your own sanity.

That said I, along with 98% of people, spend a lot of time questioning why I am doing actions based on decisions made by people who have no idea what they’re doing.

I also look down my nose at other people doing it. Like this blog was. Up until the point where I admitted that I do it as well. Other people do it about stupid things. I do it about things that are appropriate. Naturally.

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