Another Dollar Another Day

Exactly the title of this post…That’s what I’m feeling right now. I am in the midst of wage slavery as I write this and my digust for it continues to grow each day. I’ll either make my way free or get fired, collect unemployment and then make my way free.

It’s been another week of nit-picking from senior managers and it’s just down right depressing. I know people in the company this week who were busted for being on the phone too much and visiting shopping Internet sites. This whole damn company, even though it contains a lot of salaried people, it based on an hourly mentatlity. I treat people on my projects as people. Period. I give them things to do and when I expect them to be done. I don’t care if they stand on their head while doing it, but just that it gets done when I expect it. I also don’t care how many hours a week that they work. It’s my job to make sure they have enough to do to keep them busy, but again even salaried people here are treated hourly.

For example, my annual bonus is weighted more heavily on how many hours I worked that year than what I accomplished for the slave masters. How messed up is that? It’s so damn messed up that I can’t stand it!

The gates of freedom can’t open soon enough for this poor slave. My weekly lashings are starting to hurt enough to make me plan my escape with renewed vigor.

Enough for now. I’m going home to my wonderful wife to enjoy the weekend.