As my two week Christmas holiday comes to - a close I find myself thinking (as I always do after a longer break) back to the real world. Back to wage slavery and a chronic lack of time, not only for leisure but simple labour reproduction and household labour. A part of me is still so conditoned that I can’t help but think of breaks from work as fantastical and dream like; a cruel taste of how wonderful life can be when one isn’t beholden to a capitalist master. When one has time and space to breathe and be and enjoy the cosmic miracle that life even exists.

  • 201dberg@lemmygrad.ml
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    28 days ago

    I had my name on a really stupid, yet also super important project at work. It was like a foot ote of some response to a regulator agency. Completely unimportant but because it was part of this response, it was.

    So I did EVERYTHING I could to get it closed but this client he have was holding it all up. It was due New Years eve. I was off that week. My only major vacation for the season. I gave my manager all my work and had it to where all the client had to do was sign. Well, Monday, clients thought up some new BS to complain about and short answer is, we didn’t get this thing closed till Wednesday at noon. And I had to work on it for a couple hours every day till then.

    So my one bit of vacation, I spent helping work for half of it. I was more stressed because of that then if I had JUST worked.

    Fuck this fucking shit hole.