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Edited on Tue Aug-09-05 07:24 AM by Plaid Adder
Since I can't stand NPR any more I have the radio tuned to a local classical station in the morning. Unfortunately, it's not a very good classical station; they're always playing, say, one movement of a sonata, and then just as you get into it they'll put on something else. They also work in these little inspiration spots recorded by some minister whose voice is just so damn smarmy that it is guaranteed to get me out of bed faster than the buzzer.
Today I was ironing when Smarmy Man came on, so I didn't go for the button right away. Smarmy Man began with, "Why do two out of three people hate their jobs?"
Well, I thought, I hate my @$! job right now, perhaps the Smarmster can offer me some wisdom.
Predictably, Smarmy Man counseled acceptance rather than resistance--don't try to get another job that doesn't suck, try to make yourself more contented with your sucky job. This is not particularly surprising; it's the same advice our culture constantly gives women about marriage. The next move was more of a surprise: imagine that instead of working for your boss, you are actually working for Jesus.
Smarmy Man's idea was that if you invited Jesus into your truck or boat with you to go to work and ask if you can work for him that day instead of your boss (he will of course say yes, because he's like that), then you won't hate your job any more, because you'll be working for the Lord.
My first reaction was, "What a load of crap!"
And then I thought, actually, this is not a complete load of crap. The feeling that you are working in service of an ideal or a greater good is supposed to be one of the perks of working in a profession. As a doctor, lawyer, politician, teacher, etc., you theoretically are serving humanity, or at least increasing the dignity and prestige of your profession. Whereas, if you're flipping burgers at McD's, it's harder to hang onto that idea...unless you actually buy the corporate crap that middle managers are always being paid to indoctrinate their subordinates with, which attempts to turn customer satisfaction into an ideal/holy grail/religion in itself. And in fact, part of the reason I have come to a kind of unhappy place with my job lately is the loss of the feeling I used to have that I was somehow contributing to the progress of human civilization. If I can recapture that, I'll be excited about it again.
Well, this is one possible source of the appeal of right-wing Christianity to people who are much less well-served by the economic agenda usually tied to it: as long as you're working for Jesus, you're ALWAYS working for a higher power and a glorious ideal, even if your literal job involves repetitive and futile service to a soulless corporation. So, joining Team Jesus compensates you for having to grind away 40 hours a week for Team Jiffy-Lube.
Once upon a time, the labor movement was able to offer a competing compensation by defending the dignity of work. I was reading some time ago an extremely non-subtle play written by a labor activist 90 years ago, in which the manager leans on his foreman to fire an older worker because corporate is on his ass to speed up production. The foreman argues, because as he says the guy he's supposed to fire is the best workman they've got. "Well is he fast?" says the manager. "Not really, but he does perfect work," says the foreman. "Fire him then," snarls the mean old manager. "We care about speed, not perfection." Hokey as it is, it makes the point that the emphasis on speed and volume, which has the effect of squeezing more labor out of the same worker for the same amount of money, also destroys whatever pride that worker got out of knowing that he actually did the job well. And to this day one of the things people don't get about unions is that they aren't just about getting higher pay and better conditions, but about restoring dignity to the workers by giving them agency and a voice at work.
Don't know what anyone can do with that, but I thought it was interesting,
The Plaid Adder
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