Welcome to Zengirls world. This blog is my last corner of the universe to go where no family,friends,co-workers,whatever will appear so there is no need to edit myself in my thoughts feelings and rants. I tell it like it is and to me its all good. That is really all that matters right, living a life we are happy with.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Selling out or surviving?
It is that awe inspiring time of the evening when everything starts to glow from the setting sun. Magical, peaceful,precious. Just like I believe every breath is a blessing I think every moment we get like this should be savored and taken in for as long as possible. I am fully aware there are far too many people out there right now not able to enjoy anything, even something so simple as the color of the sky. I wonder if all people are contradictions in general or do they mostly know who and what they are and stay that course. I am an artist. Someone who has always gone against what is expected. Sometimes to my own detriment but I cannot stand being told what I should do or who I should be. I hate big business and corporate bullies and corruption and dishonesty and lack of integrity. The most beautiful thing in the world is seeing one human being reach out and help another human being in a totally selfless way. I despise selfies and people who twitter every minute action of their lives, and "reality t.v." no such thing. Meanness and injustice. Yet because I have a child to care for and would like him to live in a neighborhood without bullets flying through the walls regularly I compromise those beliefs. I work for big business. I put my mind and body through hoops each day 40 hours a week so I can make just above minimum wage. But I do really enjoy most of my job. The creative part more than anything but yes I do like being in charge. Today being Sunday I was one of the very few managers who works on Sunday and so I was alone in my being in charge of the chaos that is the backroom of my areas and my sister managers areas too. I had three sales associates to help me deal with pallet after pallet of freight. These women are wonderful. I know how little I make so I know they make less. Yet they worked as if they made 50 dollars an hour. They took pride in what they accomplished. I try to make sure that I thank them for how much they give every day. But how do I reconcile my hate and distrust of these corporations with the fact that I sit at meetings every week and listen to how lucky I am to work for a company that is like family and looks after it's members. I want to expose all of the hypocrisy and show how greedy they really are but on the flip side I feel like a stepford wife. If the other robot wives realize i am not truly one of them I will be cast out(fired). Not saying I know of any great wrongs going on at work but how many people have we heard of that made an innocent comment on a social networking site about their job only to find out they no longer had a job because of it. Maybe I was so not surprised by the revelations of spying by the NSA and any other government agencies because I work in an environment of big brother watching. Ack it's all too heavy in my head right now. Need a good cup of joe and some feel good music. One day I will learn to say hell no when they ask if I can come in at 5a.m. The only motivation is that I get to leave by 2p.m. Possibly.
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