Exploited

exploit verb past tense: exploited; past participle: exploited/ɪkˈsplɔɪt,ɛkˈsplɔɪt/

This recently was in the news. A company hires via an app some people to run errands for them. Well more like be a food runner. A person who is being paid less than the minimum wage. A judge in the U.K than said that’s illegal and all employees should be hired not as a freelancer like the app owners now suggest they are because they’re al self employed. So the stakes of the company fall to a new depth. Not because investors all of a sudden feel bad about investing in them, but because they all now see a lesser value of the company because they no longer can exploit their employees.

But this is the thing right. Big companies do the same! They exploit their employees, but as long as its facilitated by law. Nobody cares and they just say! That’s how it works. And that’s how the world works. That’s how everything works.

I’m no stranger of being exploited! I worked my ass off since a young age! The only time i wasn’t allowed to work was during my time in mental healthcare! Its funny though! I still worked and did average volunteer work to. I joined a political party and everywhere i went i was confronted with the fact i was being exploited. Whether this was on purpose or just a state of mind. I don’t care! To much was being expected. This was good in my younger days. When i was a energetic young pup working for startups at the age of 20. This was good when i was a young buck doing paper rounds. Where the first and only time a boss once told me not to work because they thought it was to dangerous.

No everyone expects you to put everything before yourselves. That’s why i have a bad health to boot. because the days were long in the design and advertising times of my career. But i loved every bit of it. I now have a bad back, bad teeth some issues with sleep that’s why I’m in the care of mental healthcare professionals. And they suck… Because working for me is an escapism. My own living room is a studio. There isn’t a couch… there’s no tv… There’s a big desk with a drawing table. There’s an easel for painting. My walls are covered with art! My bedroom is going to be my next project!

Whatever happens. I have a great idea for a pet project. Which i can do in my own time! Which is great! But we’ll see what happens. I cant bend the way the world works. I can only row with the oars that are given to me and the boat… or the stream where it’s heading or the wind… its all up to chance and the good efforts of the people that surround me! It’s not like I’m the one that doesn’t want things to change! Working is an escapism for me! It kills the boredom.

Now i just need to surround me with people who appreciate the things i do… And don’t take it for granted. That like me to be around when things need some serious thought! To be energized by those people. Still knowing i need my rest. Who understand the toll it has on me! Wish me luck!

P.S don’t you think it’s weird when someone says the government should run their s**t as if it was a business! Don’t be exploited! Stay fresh! Enjoy life!