I am JOB

TH ePhilosophy of WORK
a four letter word

the whole concept of work is abit weird. For me. But then. I’m weird. Apparently. But this is not about me. This is about the concept of work.

according to some revolutionary fascists – work will set u free.  Free from poverty perhaps. Which I suppose means money.  OR free from concentration camps. But going back to money.., Money equals living. Standards of  living. Standards of living directly linked to how much money you gain/possess/earn.

Contributing to society.  A society which some argue does not exist. But is it there to discuss. (or the concept is). Though work definitely does exist. Although in this vane, I would like to refer to it as a concept. Institutionalised into the pSychkeee, like Nazi racism.

Fundamentalist ethics from a Romanic order.

If you don’t work – you die. Of starvation. Of a lack of belonging. To ‘the’ society.

apparently.

A case to disprove this point.
My last 3½ week ‘Job’ (Job is a bloke in the bible and is an offshoot word from; Work’), was with a varying age of ‘clients’ who were totally incapable of ‘working’. But … because society has provided this loophole, their quality of living was better than most ‘working’ people.  This was due to the fact that they had problems. Problems which deemed them unable to contribute to a work obsessed society.  The State, the Government, and their parents/carers provided the means to pay for their lavish lifestyles.  But the ethics of ‘work’ was never explained to them because their brains were too limited to even speak properly. So the fact that I was working FOR/WITH these humans seemed more than just confusing as their particular concept of ‘work’ was a concept they must have understood to be exactly the same… A means to an ends. (but they didn’t seem to reason why anyone would want to ‘work’ FOR/WITH them.)

therefore – its more to do with the ends. Than the means.

The ends, I suppose, is just Survival. Survival in whatever form or situation it happens to be.

To function.  As opposed to dis-function. (seems like it should be spelt with a ‘dis’)
If you don’t work for something, (especially yourself) you are classified as dysfunctional. And if you don’t work for yourself, your a twat and spend your whole life slagging off your boss. Therefore if you function, you must be working. Paid or unpaid, ‘the ends’ are perceivable, and I suppose, obvious.

However. If you CHOOSE not to work. (To be dysfunctional), because you may be fortunate enough to be solvent or mentally ill, you may still experience stigma.  This stigma is mainly jealousy from those who are not in the position to choose not to ‘work’, but this is also perceived as arrogance by those who think you may be taking the piss.  Even if you’re highly qualified in your chosen field of expertise but there are no ‘jobs’ on offer or available to you without selling your soul to the devil, or learning another clause-laden language, and working for a revolutionary fascist. Or perhaps there just simply is a recession on (2009) and 300 people are going for one junior trainee coleslaw assistant apprentice post at MacDonalds and a 42 year old with a design degree is way too under-qualified in the demeanablity-subjugatory-maschochistic stakes to get past the ‘we don’t read your CV stage’ anyway.

Or maybe you just don’t come across as desparate enough.

Whatever the reason, the proof is in the lack of the rolly-polly-jam-pudding.

So, to understand the concept of ‘work’, you need to ‘get’,‘work’. To do this, you really need to know someone in ‘The Church of the Work Ethic Belief System, that you have previously duped into believing that you are one of them. This is apparently called networking. 

But if no-one likes you and won’t give you an opportunity to even speak to a person who may have a friend of a friend who might know someone who needs someone to do a minor chore which may lead to an opening of a mutual consensual snippet of banter for a few milliseconds with someone else, where you have your window of opportunity to flirt you tits off in the hope they may remember you and suggest to someone one day of a one-off task that might need doing in the future then that’s it.  As easy as that… you’ve got your foot on the rung of the step ladder to ultimate bliss fulfilment.. leading absolutely and definitely to ‘a job’. Which you could later interpret/label as ‘WORK’… and as my general concept of the ethos of work suggests… Work equals SUCCESS. And there it is. Easy as that! You now own your own piece of a place in the so-called ‘society’ and your pride in the position within it, is guaranteed, for as long as the ‘task’ asks.

Just make sure you don’t fuck it up by admitting you don’t really understand the whole concept of ‘work’ or they’ll think you’re an arrogant work-shy fop and sack you.

Which, on the other hand, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Although it does mean you won’t get any government support for 6 months afterwards. Which means you will probably have to resort to stealing food or begging or sell your children and being homeless, but it’s an experience. A bad one, but an experience.

And all experiences are good. Just don’t put the bad ones on your CV.

In fact, Do NOT write a CV. This is the whole point. Here lies the lies. Without the bollocks, the truth will out and the idealistic world I’m dreaming of, where everyone lives on love and free cheese, can survive in perfect harmony with Communism.
Thank you and good night.