Thursday, December 09, 2004
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I am ready to leave the working class. Being a part of it is just not worth it for me anymore.
I'm not able to take care of myself. This is the second day in a row on which I ate lunch at dinnertime. I had quick, undersized lunches on the two days before. That's not right. I was at the doctor on Tuesday, and after waiting 15 minutes for quick blood draw, I had to leave because I had to go babysit. I don't babysit for the money (it is only $7 per hour, so I guess it is an added bonus)- I babysit because I love kids, this one in particular. I babysit so I won't have my own kids and create more work for myself. I was not able to get my blood drawn or eat lunch yesterday because I was working. Then, today, I again got home from work too late to get to the doctor's office, even though I had forgone lunch. Something is wrong here.
I am a gardener and an activist, and it is my preference that these things come before work and not too far behind taking care of myself. However, it is more often the case that I have no time to get to the garden, and on a week like this, I have very little time to do any activism (I actually missed a meeting to babysit). When I garden (sometimes), I am able to literally enjoy the fruits of my labor. When I work, the money that I earn all has to go somewhere, whether to the landlord, to the grocery store, or to paying any one of my bills. Plus my time was spent working on someone else's project (for example, taking care of someone else's kid and cleaning up after her/him).
I need to take my time back. I have to figure out some way to not have to work. Some way to not have to pay rent, and some way to get to spend my time doing things that I think are important.
I understand why the labor movement in this country is dying- why would you want to identify yourself according to being a "worker," something people don't get to choose, but rather, have forced upon them. Capitalism makes being a worker necessary so that the non-capitalized class can pay the rent for the roof over its head, buy food that was grown thousands of miles away, have health insurance (or pay) for shoddy, non-individualized health "care," which is only provided during working hours, thus forcing workers to have to jeopordize their status as people with roofs over their heads in order to see the doctor, and of course, buy, buy, buy. What fun. If you buy enough toys for the kids, maybe you can make up for having spent so much time out of the house when you were at work and shopping.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
I am ready to leave the working class. Being a part of it is just not worth it for me anymore.
I'm not able to take care of myself. This is the second day in a row on which I ate lunch at dinnertime. I had quick, undersized lunches on the two days before. That's not right. I was at the doctor on Tuesday, and after waiting 15 minutes for quick blood draw, I had to leave because I had to go babysit. I don't babysit for the money (it is only $7 per hour, so I guess it is an added bonus)- I babysit because I love kids, this one in particular. I babysit so I won't have my own kids and create more work for myself. I was not able to get my blood drawn or eat lunch yesterday because I was working. Then, today, I again got home from work too late to get to the doctor's office, even though I had forgone lunch. Something is wrong here.
I am a gardener and an activist, and it is my preference that these things come before work and not too far behind taking care of myself. However, it is more often the case that I have no time to get to the garden, and on a week like this, I have very little time to do any activism (I actually missed a meeting to babysit). When I garden (sometimes), I am able to literally enjoy the fruits of my labor. When I work, the money that I earn all has to go somewhere, whether to the landlord, to the grocery store, or to paying any one of my bills. Plus my time was spent working on someone else's project (for example, taking care of someone else's kid and cleaning up after her/him).
I need to take my time back. I have to figure out some way to not have to work. Some way to not have to pay rent, and some way to get to spend my time doing things that I think are important.
I understand why the labor movement in this country is dying- why would you want to identify yourself according to being a "worker," something people don't get to choose, but rather, have forced upon them. Capitalism makes being a worker necessary so that the non-capitalized class can pay the rent for the roof over its head, buy food that was grown thousands of miles away, have health insurance (or pay) for shoddy, non-individualized health "care," which is only provided during working hours, thus forcing workers to have to jeopordize their status as people with roofs over their heads in order to see the doctor, and of course, buy, buy, buy. What fun. If you buy enough toys for the kids, maybe you can make up for having spent so much time out of the house when you were at work and shopping.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
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