Showing posts with label workers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label workers. Show all posts

Friday, May 9, 2014

Friday as in "getting the hell out day!"

I really look forward to Fridays.  It is one of the two days of the week that I get to leave home, for sure. Other days it is just a rarity.  If you don't have a calendar and just woke up from a coma, but you go out you will be able to notice it is Friday.  People are excited everywhere, it is like everyday by 5 PM but stronger; car radios blasting music, coworkers in the same car laughing, a totally different picture from Tuesday morning.  I feel blessed not being part of that tribe "The Commuters", they are very aggressive on the road, they drive like they are always late and their time is more valuable than anybody else.  They spend more time sitting in their cars than in their living rooms.  I feel bad for them, except that in popular belief, they are the engine of the economy, they make things happen.  That's for sure.  The environment notices them, car dealerships adore them, but do we really need that many people going out every day to do irrelevant things? Please define irrelevant.  No, I don't have time.  You know what I mean by irrelevant.  With all this discussion about minimum wage, sometimes I wonder if many of these "workers" out there are overpaid. And I'm not talking about the girl at the burger joint that can't take your order and smile at the same time or the guy at the tire repair shop that left your tire deflate in your face while telling an infantile story to his coworker.  I'm more like thinking on the bank clerk that "forgot" to tell me that my free account means free for three months.  One-third of bank tellers in the U.S. are under some form of public assistance, I mean welfare.

So, at the end I don't know how to be more selective at giving support to raising wages, in my mind it is conflicting.  I really think that employees must be able to earn a decent income from a main source, if you decide to get a second job or go hiking, that should be your choice.

We'll keep celebrating Fridays as the liberation day, those of us working from home we'll try to fake relieve also when Friday comes, even that last Tuesday was really our Friday, and Saturday will be our Monday.  I know, I know, too complicated for a disciplined society counting work hours, gallons of gas, and days until retirement, when they will start counting and cutting pills on half to make the prescription for depression last at least a month.