Quaint rhyme from better times. Boss is making $34 for my dime today.
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime,
that was a poem from a simpler time.
Boss makes a dollar, we don’t make jack,
that’s why we fight to take the means back!
i love WFH because i can wake up feeling like shit and log on immediately to start the clock instead of waking up on my own time and giving my peak hours to the capitalists
Do you really win if capitalism dictates when you should feel / cry?
But they don’t dictate it. They win if you cry only when it doesn’t affect them
They do. The capitalistic grind makes you think it’s more worthwhile to cry while making money, rather than cry when you needed to.
Either way you can produce a strong argument they’re influencing when you cry so by your logic they’ve already won. Your lost agency has jack shit to do with whether you cry or not so let them cry.
If I can be less productive at work and get paid to cry, then that’s a double win on the capitalists
But they get you to cry on their terms. How much is agency worth as a human being - more or less than the hourly wage?
On their terms? The capitalists don’t want you to cry while you’re supposed to be working. Crying on their terms would be crying outside of work.
I’m more courageous with with food I’m not sure is expired on monday-wednesday “fuck it I have sick leave”
