So, I'm about to become a manager's assistant, and hopefully after some time a manager proper, which is to say – in classical ML lingo, – I'm climbing the ladder from a productive worker's position to that of an overseer, which inevitably means that in terms of objective class positions, I'm moving from the run of the mill prole to one that is in service of capital, namely, my new function will essentially be to ensure an optimal production process, which inevitably involves neat things like "keeping the workplace clean" but more importantly, heightening the rate of exploitation, etc.
Yet, I'm a fucking communist. And I need this new position, I desperately need a better wage, so I took the job without a moment of existential crisis, or whatever.
So I would like to axe you guys if you've faced such a dilemma before, and how you resolved the contradictions between the individual and the social, meaning still being a fucking communist, yet having to order proles to "properly" submit to the rule of capital, WHILE trying to maintain… sanity…
On the one hand I feel that I earned this position through my blood sweat n' tears: I was always among the best workers, no matter the job, and I differentiated myself from the rest by delivering the highest quality product, doing it the fastest, being reliable and punctual, etc. Just so it happens that this particular company noticed it and said, "Hey, we need this guy," or, "Hey, what about this guy for this position?"
On the other, I understand – to a degree – being called a "nerd" or an "asslicker" behind my back by my fellow proles. To their criticism (or parody, morelike) I would say that I'm simply not "built" in a way that I could ever possibly do the absolute minimum at a job, so that I get paid what everyone else AND not get fired. It's just not an option for me, on a subjective level. Even at my most boring conveyor-belt job, while working, I was constantly thinking about the work I was doing and how to improve my speed, agility, whatever, while I saw my fellow conveyor-slaves dreaming about whatever, or talking about how the company provided dinner "better be good this time," or whatever. (And I'm not blaming them, tbh. It's an alienated existence, but I think there are cracks and there's luck and then you can break through.)
I'm an intense person, an intense personality.
I hate nothing more at work when the manager tell
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