Not Worthless, Work Less
So I joined a grassroots anti-poverty organization yesterday by giving a young woman who dropped by the house a cheque for a couple of hundred bucks. I dunno. I just felt like it. Unfortunately their main focus is finding ways to get low income people out to vote and I’m so off everybody right now that I can’t imagine voting for anyone ever again.
We’re all anti-voters now, I guess. And certainly if Facebook is any indication our politicians are so far off base they may as well be on Pluto if they think condemning the Palestinians of Gaza to slaughter by Israel is winning them more votes than they’re losing, from anyone, least of all Jewish Canadians.
Interesting that our politicians can’t see that they aren’t standing with Israel so much as they’re standing with the rightwing nationalists currently attacking the anti-war civilians in Israel who are standing with the anti-war civilians in Gaza.
But the group is also focusing on regulation of the telecommunications industry, as well as cheap internet for those who can’t afford the expensive kind, so I can get behind that, although I think internet should be free.
Oh, and a $14/hr minimum wage. The group is fighting for that, too.
I want a $15/hr minimum wage but I’ll settle for $14/hr for now. No, don’t tell me corporations can’t afford it. They’ve been hoarding grabillions for years. A $15/hr minimum wage would force them to use their money wisely by putting it back into the economy from whence it came.
Like corporations, I’m so cheap it’s pathetic. Maybe even pathological, but I’m getting better at thinking of money as a tool and not something one should hoard for a rainy day or an even cheaper one.
Man-made climate change, ironically, has helped a lot with my outlook on money vis a vis the future, which belongs to the 1% anyway, and so why are we saving our money at all.
Actually, it probably belongs to the 1%’s nannies and chauffeurs, who will realize that it’s easier to just kill and eat the 1% than go through all the rigamarole of forming a union and striking for more pay/less work, as we used to do.
Elizabeth Renzetti, my favourite columnist in case I haven’t mentioned that before, wrote about work in Saturday’s Globe and how business is equated with virtue, although I’m paraphrasing. Maybe even inventing.
I have always depended on the slackitude of others to put a check on my own drive, which you may be surprised to hear is quite driven.
I always think I should be doing something more productive than whatever it is I’m doing at any given time. What is it about some of us (women) that we can’t just lay around on the couch reading like some others of us (men) do?
In spite of how hard it is on my feet (and I bought really good shoes while I was ‘home’ visiting my very old mother, who still gives me her credit card to go shopping even though I’m fifty-five years old) I enjoy being one of the people as I sell ladieswear to others of the people who are now better heeled than I am.
It keeps me youthful, I think, and I’m vain enough to prefer it that to riches.
Gosh, now I don’t know if vanity is a virtue or a vice.
Once you’ve adapted to making only minimum wage and working part-time, and it’s not even that hard to do it, there’s no going back to full-time, although one can always use more money, I guess.
As far as I can tell, raising the minimum wage from $10.25 to $11.00/hr has had no impact on my hours, as threatened, and in fact I’m pretty sure I’ve been getting more. Really, what corporations try to avoid is letting part-time workers become full-time workers, even though it would be to the benefit of everyone if they did.
Part-time workers don’t have disposable income and so it all goes towards essentials. You’d think corporations would look out for each other better than they do.
Yesterday a young woman came to the door claiming to represent local organic farmers. She was from NutraFarms, which didn’t sound very local or organic so I googled it and, of course, it’s as I suspected – nothing of the sort.
And Enbridge is in trouble in Manitoba for not living up to its pipeline safety commitments, which served to remind me yet again that I’m a customer of Enbridge, not because I want to be, but because I don’t seem to have any real choice.
I don’t understand how their minds work, the people who think any of this makes sense. And yet, they seem to be increasing in number, the Nonsensicals, as I call them now that I just thought of it.
Meanwhile, the less I work, the less money I make, the better I feel.
Who’d a thunk it?