Your personal story of worker exploitation is chilling. Especially when things haven’t really improved. Thanks for the recommendation for Untrickled. I subscribed after reading the article you referenced.
Glad to hear you checked out and followed Untrickled, Ryan. The exploitation I`m afraid will continue until we make substantial changes in society as to what is important, truly important when it comes to living and making a living.
Definitely in agreement there Debbie. One thing that kept me positive and hopeful was attending the final day of World Unity Week on Zoom yesterday. Seeing the work they did in a week and this past year, filled my heart.
There are change makers out there, they just don’t get the good press because momentum for good news moves so much slower eh? I count you as one of those change makers, being the light each day.
Damn. This is the kind of raw truth that should be archived in the Library of Congress under “Unfiltered American Labor History.” Thank you for telling it straight, Debra.
That “little dusting and cleaning” line? Chilling. A perfect snapshot of the cruelty you get when profit is worshipped more than people. And the Porsche story—classic boss-as-pharaoh energy. Feasts while the workers starve, then expects applause.
Forty years later, and the game hasn’t changed—it’s just digitized and dressed in HR-speak. CEOs now wear Patagonia and talk about “mental health days” while gig workers are rationing insulin.
The system wasn’t designed to reward labor. It was designed to exploit it just enough to keep you clocking in. That you survived it, resisted it, and still carry your voice with this much clarity? That’s power. That’s memory as protest. That’s holy.
Grateful you’re still here. Still shining. Still being the light.
Feedback like yours helps keep one on paths of exploration of being. Not for applause but for spiritual growth. ✨️ May the light of love continue to shine the way.
Yes, I remember those days. One job was 4.25 plus piece rate. We had to hustle, and I worked 12hr weekends plus 2- 8hr midnight shifts, while raising two children.
I`m glad I found your page ☺️You are welcome thank you for restacking!
Your personal story of worker exploitation is chilling. Especially when things haven’t really improved. Thanks for the recommendation for Untrickled. I subscribed after reading the article you referenced.
Glad to hear you checked out and followed Untrickled, Ryan. The exploitation I`m afraid will continue until we make substantial changes in society as to what is important, truly important when it comes to living and making a living.
Definitely in agreement there Debbie. One thing that kept me positive and hopeful was attending the final day of World Unity Week on Zoom yesterday. Seeing the work they did in a week and this past year, filled my heart.
There are change makers out there, they just don’t get the good press because momentum for good news moves so much slower eh? I count you as one of those change makers, being the light each day.
Damn. This is the kind of raw truth that should be archived in the Library of Congress under “Unfiltered American Labor History.” Thank you for telling it straight, Debra.
That “little dusting and cleaning” line? Chilling. A perfect snapshot of the cruelty you get when profit is worshipped more than people. And the Porsche story—classic boss-as-pharaoh energy. Feasts while the workers starve, then expects applause.
Forty years later, and the game hasn’t changed—it’s just digitized and dressed in HR-speak. CEOs now wear Patagonia and talk about “mental health days” while gig workers are rationing insulin.
The system wasn’t designed to reward labor. It was designed to exploit it just enough to keep you clocking in. That you survived it, resisted it, and still carry your voice with this much clarity? That’s power. That’s memory as protest. That’s holy.
Grateful you’re still here. Still shining. Still being the light.
Thanks Alek
Feedback like yours helps keep one on paths of exploration of being. Not for applause but for spiritual growth. ✨️ May the light of love continue to shine the way.
The greedy can never get enough, can they? 💜
No, sadly they are endless empty vessels.
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Thank you for this!
My first half a dozen or so jobs paid $3.35. Insane that we worked so hard for so little.
My first job (an aide in an after school program) paid $2.50 an hour. Because paying the people who look after your children well isn’t important.
Yes, I remember those days. One job was 4.25 plus piece rate. We had to hustle, and I worked 12hr weekends plus 2- 8hr midnight shifts, while raising two children.
I`m glad I found your page ☺️You are welcome thank you for restacking!