Work Stories – Wage-Slaves?

  
Standing on a train packed with workers returning from work,  most dressed in various shades of grey with their faces in matching pallid winter colours.  

There aren’t many on this journey with the permatan of the well paid management staff that I often work with.  

It’s just after 5,  at the bank I’m now working back in Glasgow.  No more travelling for a while. 

A few minutes ago, the  clocked ticked one 60th of a revolution and there was a flurry as the majority started to put coats on and head for the door. 

Does that demonstrate lack of commitment?   Because their work is backed up or project running behind?

Absolutely not.  

It demonstrates a sense of priority and commitment to family rather than employers who would have them working  24/7 if there wasn’t contract law dictating working conditions. 

It’s a balance,  you give what you have to to get the wage you need or the best wage you can get for your efforts. But it’s a job nothing else. 

Wage-slaves some smart ass once called them,  probably someone without a real job or a family to support,  a Tory or a champagne socialist up his own arse with his political ideals but completely forgetting that people have families to feed. 

Seems to me that the real wage-slaves are the management who stay late or work extra hours in the evening to catch up with stuff that they manage but don’t actually do. 

You know the type, management by spreadsheet,  sitting there in his nice suit colouring in the cells to highlight what’s complete and what’s outstanding.  

Like a professional monkey,  to him,  it’s a numbers game,  he barely knows the detail or the difference between the simple issues and more complex ones,  he just sees that he has so many green red and amber and they all need to be green. 

He completely relies on his staff to deal with the details. 

So why does he work these extra hours when he can’t actually deal with any of the issues or change anything in the spreadsheet?   

Let me tell you?

Because this manager has another manager and they spend most of the day talking high level bullshit that never really happens because to them it’s all about ticking boxes, not dealing with technicalities or dynamically changing issues. 

The boss manager,  he definitely has a permatan,  you know the type,  sharp suit,  grey hair,  always talking positive, but really doesn’t have a clue. 

Every Friday on dress down day, he thinks he’s Steve Jobs or designer man,  every item of clothing has a label from his Gucci shoes to his Marco Polo polo shirt. 

It’s designer,  it has to be,  it’s the mark that  he believes separates him from the masses, the ordinary workers who can’t afford to wear designer to work and are struggling to make ends meet enough as it is. 

But here’s the thing,   these management guys or gals are just like everyone else only they’ve sold out the time with their families for the corporate dollar. 

So what if they earn more, bigger house, bigger commitment, bigger divorce settlement or estate to leave to their kids that they barely know particularly if they’ve divorced and work too much to spend time with the kids. 

At the end of the day the most important thing a person has or can give you is their time. 

5pm and that clock ticks and I’ve got my coat on like everybody else. 

So should you!

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