CURSE OF THE LEISURE CLASS.

Once upon a time in a life long ago, I worked hard. I don’t know if you could call it overworked. I never felt I had more work than I could do — if only they would let me get to it instead of using half my day in useless meetings. I always did the best job I could and worked as many hours as I needed to meet my deadlines while maintaining quality.

Blogging is the closest thing I do to “real” work these days, but I don’t get paid and I don’t have a boss, unless you count me. I’m not such a bad boss, except I don’t believe in sick days. Even with a doctor’s note.

I think most of us who have worked in offices of one kind or another are mentally abused by micro-managing bosses who have never had to perform the work they are supervising.

I don’t know if that makes us overworked. I think it is closer to mistreatment. The work is the easy part. Dealing with unrealistic demands, bad manners, and a myriad of absurd rules and regulations turns what ought to be a profession, into a nightmare.

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I’ve had a lot of bad bosses. Micro-managers and backstabbers. The plain cursedly mean ones whose main joy in life is making others miserable. The little emperors and empresses who think they have the right to rule your every breath.

I’ve had great bosses too. Managers who appreciated good work and believed it was their responsibility to help get the job done. To remove the obstacles and make work rewarding. When you’ve got a good boss, you can actually look forward to work. You don’t start dreading Monday morning on Friday evening. Thinking about work doesn’t give you a stomach ache and a migraine. It’s rare, but it can happen. Work doesn’t have to be a thankless grind. It just is and far too often.

To all the great bosses I’ve had, thank you. To the rest? If there’s a Hell, I hope you have a lifetime during which you have to work for you.

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Opinionated writer with hopes for a better future for all plus a big helping of cynicism.

9 thoughts on “CURSE OF THE LEISURE CLASS.”

      1. I had my news director in mind when I wrote that note… She was a beast. Drove me to distraction on live shots and big breaking news… some old school cameramen worse… had one throw a $40K Ikigama against the wall… sent him home… union filed grievence… I was chastised for not warning him with written warning not to throw video camera against lockerroom wall.

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  1. Great post. I can, on the top of my head, only think of ONE truly terrible boss. I made a killing working for him but he treated his non-white, non-Swiss, non-top-notch employees like shit. The great moment came when one of my dearest co-workers came out of his office in a stream of tears and told me why he had sacked her…. I spoke to her and to the other ‘VIP’ employee and went at my typewriter to write my Letter of Resignation. – – – Meanwhile that awful man asked that other (good….) woman in his office and told her off in sharp words. She came out and was near crying too. She told me: I don’t need that. I’m going to write my resignation letter. I waved mine at her and asked the boss if he had 5 minutes. He took me into his office and started a tirade. Very politely I interrupted him saying: Before you go on, would you kindly just read this letter and shoved it at his place….. So, within 2 hours he lost his 3 best employees because the other girl left too!
    My other bosses were mostly more than OK, some I stayed in contact even after leaving and same as you, apart from my best ever part-time job, where I stayed some 7 or 8 yrs, I always left after pretty much exactly two years…. I often wondered why that was so, and I still haven’t got an answer.

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    1. In my case, it was because the reason they hired me was finished. The kind of work — writing documents — is never really full-time. Once the original book has been completed, they only need a part-timer and not even a real writer, to keep it up-to-date.

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