The ever elusive Job Security. Most of us wish we had it, some of us think they have it and unbeknownst to many the entire definition has been changed. Way, way, WAY back in the day my dad listened to his elders ( a smart thing to do back then when life expectancies were lower. Today, Old Asses live so long it is suicidal to listen to their delirium ) and bought into the whole “civil service job security” line. Almost my entire childhood he worked his way through the state of California list of social worker occupations until he settled on law enforcement ( which he preferred and loved-crazy bastard ). Of course he made it to twenty years and got an insane amount from the state pension ( which seems to have made money with derivatives ) which he continues to draw. Added to the Social Security ( he worked enough private sector jobs to qualify ), his modest needs are more than met ( unfortunately for him, his wife’s needs are far less modest and so he continues to work to this day far beyond what his age really permits- the poor hump is a damn zombie ). My dad is the walking definition of all that is wrong with our retirement system as far as fiscal sense and sustainability. He doubled or tripled his actual contribution a long time ago. Yet, for all his job security, he was swallowed whole by the systems collapse and is as helpless as any college graduate with a lifetime worth of involuntary servitude paying back the bankers. His only asset is underwater in value and his medical costs means he works just to literally stay alive.
Now, us young’uns have zero job security. We don’t even relate to the concept. Our whole lives have been killing time waiting for the next pink slip, every job just an overlooked ( temporarily ) slot the bean counters haven’t figured out how to automate or teach a Chinaman. To us, work is both eternal and temporary. There will be no retirement, either. And added to that now we have ObammyCare Death Panels to look forward to. Buying a house is a sure fire way to lose what money we have left after increasing taxes and bankers payments. To get married is to risk losing whatever is left after that. Any children are sure to move back to our abode ( assuming we have one ). You really have to ask yourself, why bother? Measured against history, endless reward-less toil is our usual lot. Measured against The American Dream, it is a really foul fate. I mean, why the hell did our grandpappies kill all those Little Brown People if we can’t have any of the rewards that came from that looting? Things have collapsed to the point where our parasitic masters are taking such an unfair amount of loot that even using a third of the globes pumped petroleum our standard of living is really taking a huge hit.
I think the reason most of the 99% keep playing the game is that, really, what else are we going to do? Going on welfare holds little appeal. Not because it is insecure. When the whole rotten system is due to fall, you can pretty much be sure that working for a living provides no extra hold on time than being on the gooberments tit. Your odds of being screwed by your boss are as great as the slum slobs being screwed when the checks stop being sent out from DC. No, you stay off welfare because you just need to feel your life has some purpose. Financially, I’m probably worse off working. With a sickly old as the hills wife I could get on Obammy’s gravy train. But I can’t see lounging about at home past a week or three. It would bore me to tears. Oh, I could probably make a career out of digging more domicile pits. But who wants to dig ditches at age fifty? Going to work provides a structure for me that make-work at home doesn’t. But it is all rather pointless. My job does little more than fuel an army of paper pushing cubical warriors with job security. That is my supposed job security- the worker bee feeding legions of queens. All those pasty blobs of liberated empowered females pretending to support themselves when all they are doing is suckling off the private government supported welfare sector.
Am I bitter? Not really. I’m resigned, but one way or another I could care less. Every time there is a big to-do over changes in policy, lots of meetings and strategy sessions on how to meet new paperwork demands, in the end a shortcut workaround is devised. The drones go away happy they didn’t have as much extra work as originally planned and the office bitches gloat over their increased perceived job security ( each new paperwork demand translates into job security in their Happy Place ). In the end, it is their world that is going to shatter, not mine. Every day I leave from work without a pink slip is another good day. But I always expect one the next day I show up. To do otherwise is delusional. I’m just here to sweat over work that is unnecessary and energy wasteful. It fills my day. Really, it is necessary so that what I love to do, reading and writing, doesn’t become meaningless. If all you have is leisure time, it becomes meaningless. If you have to struggle for that leisure time it is far more enjoyable. But don’t place any importance in your day job. It won’t last long, nor will its replacement ( if you get one ). You are just filling the days until the collapse. You WILL work faster and faster, harder and harder, all the while receiving less and less compensation, and all for little other than the chance to continue to hold that position for another day. But you are not buying job security with that effort. There is no such thing anymore.
Most Loyal Florida Minion. If you didn't see yesterday's comments section: I got your care package and am extremely grateful. Blades and books! Awesome. Thanks!
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