Why you shouldn’t be an employee…
Restored from the Empower Network archive (2011–2017), lightly edited to meet our current advertising standards. Views are the original author’s.
Why you shouldn’t be an employee…
The average family man/woman employee goes to work, nine till five. Maybe gets up at sever-thirty, takes a shower, shaves and brushes teeth, and leaves off for the wonderful daily commute. Gets stuck in traffic, gets raged at by the people around them, listens to the terrible top 40 music on the radio in a monotonous daily routine, but does it because they love their family. Arrives in the office, gets shouted at by their boss, a douche-bag with a degree in business paid for by the bosses parents. He/she sends some faxes because, for some reason, some companies haven’t learned what an e-mail is. They fix the photocopier because no one else in the office seems to know how. He/she eats a packed lunch, a depressing thing. Two pieces of wonder bread and some peanut butter, a half-full packet of Cheetos Somehow the soda is flat, lord knows how that ended up happening, and someone stole the dessert from the fridge. The day drags on and on and on and apparently slower and slower. Some crazed paradox, a quantum time dilation occurs as a direct result of sheer boredom and monotony. The job that you work simply to pay the rent, with no joy whatsoever, a supposed dead-end to your life, kept only alive by the fact you are providing for the family you care about and love so much. Back in the car, another commute, the same thing only in the other direction. Yet more road rage, yet more top 40 nonsense. You get home at six or six-thirty. Little Jimmy had a bad day at school, he was bullied. Hi is also failing in mathematics and chemistry. Gotta check his work, gotta make sure everything is OK Spend a little bit of time with the family. Your spouse is having trouble with the car. Time to check the tires and under the hood to make sure everything is OK. It’s dinner time. You eat and the day comes to an end. You might get half an hour of free time to actually do something you enjoy… But hovering, looming in your mind you know… Tomorrow it’s groundhog day. You will repeat the whole process over and over on an endless treadmill.
Your only hope? To one day retire making half the money you can barely survive on today…
But maybe there is another option… A BETTER OPTION!
and maybe there is a group of people… Who used to be where you are… and are willing to help you GET OUT! To the LIFE you WANT