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Although the crisis, the financial that is, people are starting to quite their jobs over here. The psychological damage this job provides you is much more harmful than being unemployed. Yesterday we had a very difficult day, we had a strong argument with my boss and what I heard, oh the things that I’ve heard. We are ungrateful, we are selfish, we should be happy and grateful for having this job that is well-paid and blah blah. A colleague of mine just informed me of quitting and she was much more well-paid than us. One year ago another one left us because she couldn’t simply take any more. This is bullshit.
I’m not a number, I’m a person, if you treat me as a number I will tread you as well. Because what you pay is what you get.
I’m becoming the blogger who always writes angry posts about her job. It’s getting sick. I wish something would change as soon as possible before they drive us crazy.
I’ve just been informed of my mates pay cut. Somebody said “The fact that somebody is reducing your salary is just telling me they’re not satisfied with what you’re doing”, excuse me mister, what’s your name again? He’s being working 10 hours a day, 6 days a week for the past 5 years with no benefits and no raise and after everything, suddenly somebody decided that he’s not doing a good job?
There are two ways you can look at this matter. From the employers point of view and the employees perspective. No other way, really. We know about the rich, the poor and the middle class, I can say this with certainty: they are doing their best to eliminate us, the middle class that is.
If somebody is reducing your salary because of the financial crisis (they all blame the wall street now), they should inform you at least one month earlier, in our case, two days before payment is pretty late. The way I see it, they decided and there’s nothing we can do about it. We have no choice than accepting the shrunken paycheck and compromising with this fact, cause it is a fact, we must shape our lives to this new standards.
In the end of the day you get to be the bad-paid employee , the tired man who didn’t have time to play with his kids/dogs (it doesn’t really matter), the woman who hadn’t had time to prepare dinner or wasn’t in the mood to have sex with her spouse, the desperate housewife.
So it makes me wonder, who’s in charge of your life? Is it your employer or just some bad choices you’ve made?