in case you’re wondering why im like “well i dont WANT to work for some tyrant who polices my speech, demands i get that fucking vaccine, and/or just absolutely hates my guts on principle.”
i’d rather drive a dump truck than accept these terms.
“why doesn’t anyone want to work?”
well thats some fantastically deluded horseshit, i love working. nobody wants to work for you, and won’t until you care about why.
the pendulum is going to swing the other way very soon.
personnel issues out there in national headlines as a humiliating struggle session for everyone involved?
nope.
fucking over people with 20 years on the job or just inches away from retirement or “making an example of them” for refusing that fucking jab and then openly congratulating yourself for that?
pass.
all these decisions will go down in history as being even more disastrous for your recruitment and staffing than the decision to put dylan mulvaney on a beer can was for anheuser busch. i say that, not to condemn that or pile onto that controversy. i say that to give you some foreshadowing about what it’s going to cost companies.
its on my mind a lot because i’m in better health and i’m bored.
but not quite to where i can go slang a wrench in the sun all day.
i’d be so fucking far up the road if i could.
i will be so fucking far up the road when i can.
i know a thing or two about crawling on broken glass with skinned knees and i’m not going to be as fucked up by this as some people who didn’t have like , endless strife, hadn’t lost a job or a home or a car or two or five or whatever already.
i’ve got one more in me.
If you want to stick me in a cage and put tape around my beak and completely suck the song out of me – or get into who i voted for, who i pray to, or who i’m sleeping with, that’s slavery and yeah, i would rather pick fruit or clean toilets or drive a truck for someone who blatantly doesn’t ask a lot of questions or g.a.f.
Because I enjoy that as well and I don’t consider it “beneath me.”