The unemployment rate is officially at 10%, though many argue it is much higher. In fact, it’s so bad George Clooney had to make a PSA about it as if laid off workers were one of his third world causes célèbres. And since his Up in the Air has garnered Oscar buzz we think the jobless are having their day in the sun. But what about the malemployed? The people with crappy jobs only immigrants would do - except now the immigrants are going back home and we have to do them ourselves? The job market is like a Tale of Two Cities – the Wall Street guys and CEOs make billions and the rest of us can’t figure out how we got stuck in these damn cubicles.
Our soul-crushingly indistinguishable jobs are the Darwinistic extension of Henry Ford’s assembly line. Our jobs are interchangeable parts designed to be quick, cheap and easy to replace even by an HR person. All to keep labor costs down and drive profits ever higher to satisfy investors and Jim Cramer’s Mad Money crew. And we know why we stay – we need the money and there is nothing else out there.
Since drinking at work is no longer socially acceptable – except on AMC – PleaseFireMe.com is here to get you through the hellish work day. Post your gripe or join the chorus – let the world know you are mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. The Man might be saying “let them eat cake” in the break room every friggin' day someone has a birthday, but we are starting a new revolution and our rally cry is Please Fire Me.
Adam Chromy, Creator
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