[[How has been]]

Friday, July 19, 2019

[[Short story 2: If you can't beat them...]]

Desmond lies on his bed, thinking.

He had achieved what he had been tirelessly working for in the last 14 years. Finally the owners were forced to give up more of their large share of the pie and pay the workers a sum more in line with the value they created for the company. It was a great victory not just in the present, but for the next generation of workers as well.

Desmond was from a long and proud line of workers. It ran in the family to take pride in a job well done and to view remuneration as secondary. After all, God saw everything and would reward the hard work done eventually. His grandfather would say that as a worker his job was to work and do the best work he could while the owner's job was to pay his workers fairly and take care of them. But this attitude irked him. For he saw owners grow fat and lazy on the backs of their workers. For he never saw the owners do much work. Even more so when they started hiring managers who took over the running of day to day business. It seemed to him that the owners were just growing fat, across generations, due to having their name in a title deed. Meanwhile, the workers were working harder than ever for less and less, driven by managers whose seemed to care more about output (which they were "incentivised" for) than the welfare of the workers.

Desmond broke tradition. And rallied the people. And won some concession from the owners and managers. Although they had won a significant improvement to their pay and working conditions, Desmond thought that it was far from what the workers deserved for their work. The owners had also threatened to come down hard on them, if they were to continue their disruptive actions. Desmond knew that the majority of workers were already placated by their limited gains and were looking forward to doing work well in the good old-fashioned way of their forebears. Further action was likely to be futile.

But that was not what was troubling him. If anything, he was pleasantly surprised at what they had managed to achieve.

What troubled him was the offer that the owners had made directly to him, to be a manager with share options based on performance. And while this position wouldn't make him as ludicrously rich as the owners, it seemed that if he took it, he would be batting for the other side. And the remuneration was great. Furthermore, his children would most likely benefit from him taking the job.

Desmond's wife always told him to do it for the kids.

The question that bugged him was, whose kids?

[[I wrote this at]]*|4:44 PM|

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

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Some days I feel like my life is all for Christ and it should be thus.

Other days I feel sad that I have no job and want to rejoin the rat race and try to win.

[[I wrote this at]]*|2:09 AM|

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

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One friend doesn't like jaywalking. It is about safety. What is the rush?
Another friend only jaywalks. It is about efficiency. And it is safe because you look. And why stand when there are clearly no cars?
Bob is about safety and efficiency. And it changes.

[[I wrote this at]]*|2:40 PM|

Thursday, July 4, 2019

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Many video game characters are addicts. To wealth, to health potions, to mana potions, whatever. And we wanna control them to be like them? Actually they are addicts because we make them to be ya?

[[I wrote this at]]*|10:59 AM|

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

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The blue umbrella is such a heartwarming story man. After reading so many slices of life in which the tragedy of the human life of many people are so accurately portrayed, reading the blue umbrella made me happy.

[[I wrote this at]]*|2:48 PM|