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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Working for the man

I spend the majority of my time and expel the majority of my energy and invest large shares of my intelligence and emotion in a job. 40+ hours a week. And while I say that it’s just a job, somewhere along the way I become invested in it and I begin to believe that because I care about this job, that it must care about me, too. I come to think of it almost as a relationship.

And then, when I have to be out of the office to be with my boyfriend while he has a tumor removed from his brain, and I am told that this will need to be deducted from my measly two weeks of vacation time, I realize that I am wrong. I care about a job that does not care about me, except for what it is taking from me.

I am furious and insulted.

I realize in these moments that I work for a corporation. I am a cog in a machine. Despite the kind words of co-workers, next week might as well consist of a nice, warm trip to Tahiti. In the eyes of a corporation, it does not matter if it’s brain surgery or margaritas, it’s still time away from my desk.

I will not work for a corporation for my entire life. Someday my time and my life will be my own.

Posted by Aaron on February 6, 2007 9:45 PM