I’ve never been a fan of corporate law. Now many will attempt to twist that into saying I’m not a fan of business. The reality is that corporations don’t like business.
I say this because in business, responsible entities are helpful on all sides to create a beneficial transaction. Corporate law dictates that the top motivation for any decision is a profit for the corporate investors. Most of the time, that is short term profit. Corporations do and say anything to blind those they do business with to that top, legally mandated, priority.
I bring this fact about corporations up, because I listened to a corporate type employed by a multi-billion company just rip apart a group of people as he discussed with his coworker who they were going to downsize. He did this as I was taking him to the airport.
First, he stated how he threatened his management that they would be cut if they weren’t the top producers in comparison to other locations. He didn’t state that he assisted with a plan to help them achieve that. Then, he chatted about his personal likes and dislikes of the people he worked with. One example comment was, “I don’t even listen to that guy, he’s like 4′ 3″ with a mushroom top hair cut. Screw him!”.
I’ve noticed this with many modern corporations. They hire overgrown frat boys like this to run a company with threats and verbal beat downs. The rest of us are left to do the real work while they rake in the profits. If they don’t like the way you look, success will not happen for you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying this type of management doesn’t work. This is a billion dollar company. I’m saying that it’s morally and ethically wrong and that this type of operation is common. If you’re on the receiving end of this type of operation, leave. The abused may thrive elsewhere, even if their income is decreased.
It’s OK to acknowledge and accept that a corporate environment is not a good fit. Don’t let society define what a “good job” is for you. Stop contributing to people that mistreat you once you’ve established that they don’t like you.
Not long ago, I woke up and realized that I was spending a large portion of my life in an office environment that didn’t suit me well. I made the decision to leave it and pursue other endeavors. I sent an e-mail and the office ordeal was over.
Now, I’m out learning and earning in the gig economy, creating web content, and doing photography work. I am permanently out of the office. I’m happy.
Exactly what I’m doing will show in my future work. The easiest and most prominent gig is ridesharing. I don’t know why it’s called ridesharing. Customers pay me to provide transportation. Cell phone apps are used to accomplish this in a very efficient manner. Anyone with a cell phone, clean criminal and driving record, and a good vehicle can do this job. Profitability is a challenge and it’s not for everyone.
The companies that own the apps run promotions to encourage referrals. I’m not going to do it. Everyone knows the service exists, so a rider referral doesn’t make sense to me. I know very few people that are good fit for this occupation, so I’m not going to promote the driver referrals. I get the option to keep my integrity. I have other options to increase my income.
I’m out of the office because I want to be outside experiencing life again. I have my camera at the ready. I write. I observe. I talk to my customers who want conversations during their ride. Life is good.
This article marks a big changing point in life and lifestyle. I will have more stories, more photos, and more viewpoints to share.
I’ve tried this before, exiting social media. It’s a tough decision. The ability to communicate with the world was tossed out to the general public with no real instruction manual. The result has been a wreckage of information for the wealthy to mine to their benefit.
The wealthy only pretend to do social media. They pay people to instruct them on what to say and do to promote their agendas and their personas. The rest of us are left to our own devices to figure this out.
I’m starting to learn that less is far more with social media. You are giving away data points and information about yourself without even realizing. What you find humorous is informative. Where you visit, who you like, who you dislike, etc. All of this can be analyzed and used to your detriment.
Another aspect to this is that you are giving away valuable insights for free. A wealthy person made the comment that he used YouTube to gather feedback and data that would have cost him dearly many years ago. All that he had to do know is do a video designed to get a reaction and the information came to him for free.
I do like the social interaction. I’m going to experiment with posting on digital properties that I own. These are my websites. I’m going to start trying to get the discipline to put in the work to make a post. No more just sharing what others post or other simple methods. I’m going to try to post my own creations in an attempt to improve my interactions with others and to force the social media companies to share my personal websites if they want me to add value to their websites.
I’m curious as to what the results of this will be.
I read studies, but they don’t matter. It’s just a simple truth that people who work in offices should be outside more. The outdoors can shield you from sickness and depression. Probably helps in other ways too, but just those 2 are good enough reason to get out.
A recent excursion led me to this single pink combat boot in the river bed. I was looking for birds, specifically eagles known to be in the area. Some days, you get eagles, others single pink boots that only make you wonder what the story is.
Why is it that we don’t think about needing to walk until we start walking and benefit from the joy of walking. Then, quickly we forget. I’m probably just lazy or something more serious. Who knows?
Yep, laziness can destroy part of our lives. I seen an energy drink can laying in my neighbor’s yard. Litterbugs threw it there and they’re the epitome of laziness. Think about that. They were drinking an energy drink and were to lazy to throw it away.
At the end of my vacation, I was gathering perspective of a free and peaceful life verses everyday life. I spent much of that time on a “old man’s motorcycle”. That motorcycle runs so smooth that if Rolex made a motorcycle, it would be a flat 6 horizontally opposed machine much like this, only more costly. I learned much about life this week.
This all came to an ear shattering end when I made the mistake of going through what I call “everywhere land”. It’s my town’s strip of retail hell. It looks much like every other town’s everywhere land. It’s poorly designed roads with bad lighting. It’s signs with “specials” for things that will kill you good and quick. We all end up here far to often.
The ear shattering sound was a young man with megaphone mufflers. Not like the rumble of cars from my adolescence, this was shrill cry. He was revving this once-great economy automobile to it’s limiter. Nobody was with him. He was poorly dressed and badly groomed. He didn’t look left or right. The smell of weed poured out of this thing. He just revved and released revved and released. There was no reason. Rev and release.
It struck me that what I was hearing was not unlike a child crying. It had the same rhythmic undertone . Just like a child crying, often, it is difficult to know why. If you don’t know that the child is sick, hungry, lonely, or tired, a person is left with nothing but frustration. That’s what I was experiencing.
This behavior is common. I now understand that the motor replaces the scream in a plea for attention. The reasons are as hard just as difficult to discern as the crying child. Is there something wrong or are they just enjoying the attention that this rhythmic wailing generates?
I think I’m approaching an aged mark of understanding. These are adults though. I can ignore and evade by staying out of the that strip of retail hell as much as possible.
Tobacco is a horrible addiction. There are few resources that really help. You’re almost better off taking addiction to a drug that will completely incapacitate quicker. The world understands the fast rate of dying from heroin or cocaine because of the quick disabling effects, but smoking is a slow death so it gets less immediate attention.
The world’s approach to smoking is to nag you out of it. That’s not entirely bad, but that alone doesn’t do much. One only has their own motivations and desires with some crutches like nicotine replacements(gum, patches, etc.) to break the grip.
I tried many times to quit. I lost count. Probably the about the 10th time was the one that took. I suffered through the entire suggested length of the NicoDerm nicotine patch program. I had a reaction to them, but just kept placing them in new spots. A box would get used and a lower nicotine dose would be used for the next box. The program worked for me, but every lower dose was misery.
There are ill effects from smoking even after a year, but every so often I notice easier breathing and other positive health effects. I gained willpower! I use this with other areas of life now.
Yes, I gained weight and I struggle with that, but I’ll overcome this too.
What is really nice though is when I pass any place that sells tobacco and I don’t give them my money. Gambling, tobacco, alcohol, etc. All the vices kind of blend together. They appeal to our weaknesses in one way or another.
The nicotine addiction was only one part of the addiction. The ability overcome self-destructive behavior and anxiety was the other. The advertising that maims and kills is revealed once you overcome it. The people responsible, including yourself, are revealed to you once you’re released from the grip of addiction. The joy of this knowledge and knowing that you overcame them is as sweet as any great victory.
A visit at a large sporting goods retailer recently put an question in my head that has just been rattling around like crazy. There was a massive fudge section in this store. Why?
Here you are in this huge display of wildlife and outdoor gear and there is this fudge shop. Nobody questions why and people were buying plenty of it. There is a short circuit in my head when it comes to fudge and sporting goods.
The best answers I came up with when I asked on my Facebook account were:
It’s a peace offering to the wife when you spend to much money there.
I don’t know, but it mesmerizes me to watch the lady make it.
I searched the Internet and found an answer I’m going to accept. It has to do with your sense of smell. There’s an entire science about scent marketing. Searching more on the topic will tell you the science behind it.
Now that I know this science is out there, it makes me even more aware of the attempts to separate you from your money. My opinion is that this is unfair because the customer is not aware of how they are being manipulated.
The way I was I understand copyright infringement is that the artist has copyright by default. Filing for a copyright merely reinforces the ownership of the works. I put copyright status in the meta-data photos simply so that someone doesn’t claim my photos are their own.
With all that said, I’d probably never go after anyone for taking my photos unless it was actually harming me in some way. I do this for a hobby and it interesting how my photos are used. It’s also surprising when government entities and wealthy corporations take them. As bound up as they are in legal matters, one raises an eyebrow at petty things like this.
Most shocking though is that credit is rarely given. Less shocking is that my favorites are never the photos stolen. I thought this one was oversaturated.
I do appreciate the comments when people tell me that I should go into photography for a living. I even had a boss in programming tell me that once long ago. I still laugh at his “advice” as the guy really didn’t like me much. I’m sure the thought of me doing anything else but working with him sounded good to his ears.
The thing is, professional photography would be a tough way to pay the bills when you can’t even get government entities to even put credit on a photo.
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