Mother Jones recently had a fine article (link here) about “The Great Speedup”. That’s when the CEOs, CFOs, directors, et. al. of big business decide to get even more “productivity” (corporate-speak for more work hours) from their workers while paying them even less. I’m sure that as soon as they implement this plan, the top cats get in a limo to go home and spend some quality time with the family, or perhaps they hop on a jet to some faraway exclusive resort to celebrate their business savvy. That along with the fact that they pay less income tax than their over-worked employees. Way less.
Each summer, as soon as the calendar reads July 1st, I know what’s going to happen around here. Yep, it’s The Great Speedup. Mom realizes that summer really is going to end, and I get saddled with double-duty. In addition to keeping the floors clean, I’ve been put on chipmunk watch:
Notice my diligence in monitoring all the windows. And what do I get for this great speedup? More snacks, more walks, some bacon, ANY perk? Nope. Nada.
Needless to say, my work ethic went south fast:
Heck, maybe I’ll even go on strike again. Or not. After all, I’m sure Mom will give me Monday, the 4th of July off and let me eat barbeque. Stay tuned.
I hope you get Monday off, even though I know my brother & his girlfriend will probably have to work. Hey, speaking of my brother, I’m so proud of him! His band played the main stage at Comfest last weekend. That’s a really big music festival in Columbus. He played for thousands of people! Way to go, Raw Dough!
I love you and hope you enjoy the 4th. Don’t forget to fly your flag.