Filed under: Work
I have deliberated upon the lost sanctity of a fair wage before, but I still teeter the line of drastic change. For example someone of managerial status earning less than the employee cleaning up the trash is more than absurd, but my reality. Thus, if I were to poll for reactions from readers, passers by, a bartender, and about anyone in our culture really, I know what the resounding answers to my dilemma would be. “Demand a raise,” or “you should quit, they obviously don’t respect you and probably never will.”
Well I have taken the first approach with cautious tact, however I am now in limbo of waiting to find out if my respect will be honored. The question now is do I continue to wait or begin to look at the second approach.
Interestingly enough I did read an article from M about False Alternatives. Basically I have presented my situation and offered only two solutions (well three 3 if you consider just taking it like a …). The thing is that I am not starving and neither is my wife. Yet, we do not have children that would drastically change our current status. So beyond this rambling, I ask for any offerings of the grey shades. What is in-between, to the side, or uncovered. Perhaps the best choices have already been presented.
I have come to conclusion that there are just too many variables in any offer. Limited warranty is a prime example. As long as you purchase this item and never open it, move it, or let it leave the store and have psychic tell you if it is a damaged item then you may have a shot of getting it replaced for free. A little extreme maybe.
In another matter, about a month ago I was driving home and as always waiting for traffic to proceed. I see an elderly man (I’m talking late 70’s) run out of his house and collapse. And 2 minutes later when I finally got to my long awaited stop sign to turn, not one person had stopped. I even waived at a passing police car and pointed to the man who hadn’t moved for a good 45 seconds and the cop kept going. So I turn in to his driveway to help.
I realized something as this man was now trying to get to his feet. He was unable to speak and unable to rise. A look of panic covered his face. From my first aid and CPR training I knew I had to ask him if could help since he was conscious, but he was unable to understand and speak. Luckily I heard his neighbor and with his assistance we helped the man back to his house. Evidently the elderly man had a bad stroke, and one thing he did frequently was think he could run like a kid. A sad mark of the frailty to the human mind. Yet, what was worse is that I had to delay my aid because of civilization fraught with variables in fault/legality. Perhaps this is why no one else stopped, and I was just the one who let my urge of humanity get to me. Then again why did the rationality of procedure stop me.
I leave this open for analysis.
This post was originally to be drafted under the title “Cryptic Messages.” However, I lost direction and perhaps nerve to explore the confusing tangle of opinions and fact within my mind. Thus, I shall simply state puppy dogs, rainbows, and a smile are what we need to clear the day. Clear it of the muck, filth, lack of compassion…Puppy dogs, rainbows, and a smile.
From one frustrated being to another, just continue through and heed to hope.
By the way this is my Horoscope for today. If the writer only knew how wrong this is: Exercise a little bit of your power today, and you might start to enjoy the autonomy you have! If you say what you mean and ask for you what want, your willful behavior won’t ruffle any feathers. In fact, it will be cheered. Too many people hold back their true feelings because they are afraid, intimidated or confused. But not you! Let it all hang out and wait for the reaction of the crowd. You’ll get a deafening round of applause and the distinct impression that you are an inspiration.
Upon the beginning of this country’s invasion of settlers, America was the land of hope, dreams and opportunity. Fleshing out a civilization, despite the brutalization and massacres of a native people, this nation evolved a unitary dream of prosperity and democracy where one person could rise from nothing and be something. Vague, yes, but an iconic logo to our United States. It is a motto that screams, I’ll show you when I make it. The evolution of the statement beginning in the 1950’s became a stereotype of having a house in the ‘burbs with 2.5 kids, a dog, a wife in the kitchen and a husband that provided with pride in hard day’s work.
And now… one can have a title with managerial attachment and receive little respect, earning sufficiently less than the inexperienced employee picking up the trash. I think it can be surmised that the worth of an employee should be reflected in his/her salary. It is a new American Dream of realizing the empty future and surviving the workforce. Living is done on the precious time outside of work. The ability to think and say what you wish will only be done outside. Pride in one’s job does not exist anymore…it should be obvious why. Without a mutual respect from employer to employee, there is nothing to value. The American Dream is evaporating after countless evolutions of it and we are waking to realize the dream is over. The civilization of this once ambitious nation has been feeding on humanity to grow and now there are but scraps left. Cheers…
Filed under: Baseball
What can I say about the aura surrounding a team of brilliance, except history. I hope she never fails the Red Sox. You know History would be inherently female. The thought that a man would have a memory about things just seems absurd. I mean I lose track mid-sentence and then JAMBALAYA!
Go RED SOX!!!
Further more titles can be a mystery. This has no connection, except to few. Then why is it labeled so cryptically? Could it be that we are missing something deeper within the text? Answer (aside from that being a rhetorically question), is no. Some ramblings, merely
I have encountered a myriad of souls. A reflection of them is the circumference of my aura. It is only by an open mind and toleration that I have gathered the good and bad of human existence. It has become a constant catalyst to my perception.
The fact is that after every encounter something changes from how I perceive the mass of biped-ignorance (the Human Race)to be . In observation of the dichotomies within each soul that I meet, the meaning of existence, the conception of love, the reality of actions are forever altered. So bring on the world and brace yourself for the inevitable change. Just be ready to be humbled, that is if you are willing to encounter the world.
