Live In Splendor Die In Chaos

I have far too much free time on me hands lately, no law saying I can't post multiple times a day, so live with it...

Bosses, 'The Man' he who tells you what to do on your job. I've always been fascinated by the concept of those with the power and those who (supposedly) are without the power. For the majority of us, the work world consists of a job and someone to tell you how to do, when to do it and so on. We call them Bosses, Supervisors or mostly Asshole.

We make a conscious choice everyday to get out of bed when the clock tells us to, put on a work acceptable costume, check that basic hygiene kids, wouldn't want to put anyone off. We utilize what ever form of transport that will take us away from our comfortable, safe and familiar dwellings to a place that we often end up hating in the end. Then another clock tells us if we are there on time or not, this will rule the rest of your day. Now most of us are usually at the very least adept at doing the job we were hired for, others are exceptional at what they do for a living. Then there are those of us good at weaving a tale to convince everyone we are at least adept at doing the job we were hired for. But I digress, you start your day with your little ritual for getting ready to do your days labor; thus killing some of the needed hours of your work day. Then co-worker X pops by and you just have to get the low down on last nights episode of (full in your favorite show here), what so and so over in department X is doing and last of all (usually) why your boss(es) are assholes.

That is the magic que, like a divine miracle here comes your boss (a feat only duplicated when you are goofing off instead of working) Your co-worker suddenly becomes a magician, either he vanishes into thin are or manages to become invisable to your approaching boss, meaning you are going to get the goofing off talk and your co-worker will reappear tomorrow at the same time because he thinks it's pretty damn funny that you are getting busted; not him.

Now you are face to face with the person who has been 'put in charge' of you and your work output, this person is 'in charge' because they are 'supposed' to know more about your work than you do and they are there to guide you and assist you in getting your work completed - BULLOCKS! For many of you this person is most likely the relative of the 'Big Cheese, owner or president type person that you ultimately work for. Some one who really knows jack crap about what you really do and is only concerned if what you are or are not doing is effecting how they look to the Big Cheese.

In one way or another, we are all whores. We give away blocks of our time on this stupid round planet in exchange for money. Don't get me wrong I like money, it helps me buy shiny things to distract me from the fact that I have to go to work to earn the money to buy them.

So here you are with 'The Boss' (I still laugh at this word, like little children having a disagreement on a playground - 'Your not the boss of me') the person for whom you do work in exchange for money and shiny things. The person you are accountable to... or are you?

As I see it, 'The Boss' just got a better deal from HR than you did, it totally suxors but it happens; and if you really want to get down to it (in many cases not all) your Boss should be working for you. A bit confusing isn't it (It's my brain, you should try living in it some time, what with all the clutter and confusion). Here is my example, let's say you are the the worker on the very bottom of the totem pole, you were hired to do X as your job, your not too shabby at doing X, when you are actually doing X you are generating some kind of useful thing for the people you work for (company or what ever your work is called). In generating this useful thing, the person who is in charge of making sure you produce the useful thing is made to look good to those who are in charge of him making sure you are producing a useful thing. OK so far in the formula we have at least 2 people who aren't producing a useful thing (many companies have hundreds of these, they are usually know as an executive) yet are making more money and collecting more shiny things then you are. Now add in that the company, business what ever that you are currently working is taking your produced useful thing and making money from it and at the helm of all of this is usually a 'Big Cheese' who has a split role, he makes sure that the other 2 fools he hired to make sure you are producing a useful thing are doing their job making sure you are are doing useful things, AND answering to another set of fools (most of the time known as stock or share holders - remember in the end we are all whores).

Great, so by my twisted math we have you (the producer of the useful thing - thus the foundation of the company/business) [foundation, just occured to me... while usually the corner stone on which one builds, once construction is complete is the thing everyone walks on]at least 2 fools to make sure you produce the useful thing, the Big Cheese making sure the others are making you produce the useful thing and lastly those who command the money behind the useful thing getting produced. That is a 1 to 4 ratio, 4 people associated with your company/business that aren't producing useful things but making a hell of alot more money for shiny things then you the producer of useful things. Sure now your saying "Really!?! No shite Sherlock, thanks for the in sight." OK to some this chain of events is very obvious, but did you ever look at it as it should be?

You are the maker/producer of the useful thing in all actuallity you should be the most powerful and well paid person at your company/business; you make the useful thing! The other clowns on the chain ride off your back, yet control you and the who, what, where and when of you producing the useful thing. Now I'm sure there are at least a million books, articals and gas filled windbags that could explain in great detail to you (still the producer of the useful thing) why you are on the bottom of the food chain. Why the 'system' works the way it does. Me I'm just some idiot who thinks he's cleaver by reverse engineering everything in life. By no means an expert on anything in particular, except maybe... The useful thing I produce, when I'm not busy goofing off (blogging nonsense during work hours) or making it look like I'm in deep thought about what it is I'm supposed to be producing.

Getting to the last bits here. So we all know that being the producer of the useful thing should in all actuality put you in charge of the whole ball of wax, yet you are not; at least not in the immediate sense. Because we as the buyers of the shiny things are what drives the whole producing of the useful thing in the first place, we are in the end our own boss. Stand back and think about it and discover that in the end you are the cause of your own misery. Have a nice day at work tomorrow...

I want to be stereotyped I want to be classified I want to be a clone I want a suburban home suburban home suburban home suburban home I want to be masochistic I want to be a statistic I want to be a clone I want a suburban home suburban home suburban home suburban home I don't want no hippie pad I want a house just like mom and dad. -Suburban Home - Descendents