A Plee
Some of my friends seem to be losing their jobs. A lot of them can’t find any at all. Most who have jobs can’t stand them but live in fear of being fired. Please, employers, supervisors, recruiters, agents, assistants, managers, assistants to managers, don’t be a dick. I, and my peers, are there to help not be hurt. If you think you have it bad, they have it worse. And if you think that’s fine, that you’ve earned your authority, bitch please, you’re lying to yourself. Sometimes I would like to punch children, or small animals, or invalids - I don’t. Don’t be like fantasy me and punch children, or animals, or invalids, punch yourselves - it’s what we do every day, when you’re not looking and assume we’re just checking our email. (We are always checking our email, at least some of that time can’t be fun.) Be up front with us from the get-go, and don’t pretend like you didn’t know you weren’t going to have to let us go, or cut our salary, or move our desk to a bathroom, or whatever it is you did - give us fair warning. I write this not to any particular person, I hold several jobs, and everyone with any sort of power over me seems to be of the same mindset these days. (That goes for family members, especially.) This post is inspired by everything, and everyone I’ve talked to recently. So don’t take it personally, because I wouldn’t care if you did. I have nothing to lose. I know my worth, you don’t. Also, I could be in power someday. And I hold grudges like you wouldn’t believe.
Was that not a fair thing to write? If you actually do employ me in some capacity, and googled me, you should know how I feel - because you’re creepy, or worse, nosy.
