Wiesławic Deluxe: all occupation is disgraced. Greetings from Late Capitalism

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With a critical distance, a advanced dose of abstract humor and erudition, the Wiesławec Deluxe shows how our lives can be brought to a image drawn in Paint. Without anesthesia, it depicts emanations of late capitalism and desperate attempts to find oneself in a strategy that creates meaningless bullshit jobs. It's a book terribly ridiculously ridiculously sad. (from the publisher's description)

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Summary

After spending 10 years in various employment establishments, I learned only 1 thing about the work, about the same as uncle Nikolai's constatus on the nature of prison in 25. Time Spike Lee:

The workplace is not where you want to be.

This is simply a very sad conclusion, standing in a loud contradiction with the imagination of the social order, which I had at the time of my graduation and wishful definition of work, understood as a purposeful and reasonable activity of a man who in this process transforms the surrounding reality in order to meet his needs. Nothing like this in the jobs I've been in, I haven't noticed.

I have seen, however, power, tape repetition of tasks, senselessness of narrow specialisation, repression, exploitation and, above all, various forms of flourishing moronism, serving as an ideological parcel, intended to supply external importance for meaningless activities.

In a sense, the communicative presented in the book can be treated as a communicative of a guy who rejected the right-wing bill offered to him, in return for which he received a full array of meetings with the capitalist labour marketplace (in Poland there are 2 basic forms of existence: right-wing attitudes and free market). You can besides effort to build a mininarration about the evolution of work in our country for the last 15 years. For this purpose, in the spirit of David Graeber, you can laborly divide the described jobs in 2 basic subtypes: shitty work (Shit jobs) and false works (bullshit jobs). These shitty ones would so include the experience of selling sunglasses at a stand in a buying mall in Ireland or stocking a grocery store, while the work would lie: countering money laundering and outsourcing credit hazard analysis.

Among them would be those that meet the criteria of shitty work and false work at the same time, specified as hiring in a German bank and typical operational activities, but performed under office conditions and, above all, performing a inactive identifiable function, specified as the sales departments of the cap and cardboard factory.

In a sense, it is besides a communicative about the current place of our country in the global division of labour and the evolution of this place over the last 15 years.

Special economical zones and their assembly plants, production plants, various subcontractors and companies producing intermediate-tech components, which are later utilized to complete final products signed with German, French, Swedish or Dutch brands, include Poland in supply chains within the European Union and the Mitteleuropa model, which means German economical control of close abroad borders. But at least here we know what is going on: we do inexpensive things for them that can be traced to us without giving us control of the strategical aspects of the process.

This created a modern industrial base in Poland over the course of 30 years, the technology and culture of work are caught, the entities from the EU countries receive taxation relief, the area is usually armed with EU funds.

The 3rd conclusion, which I was able to draw from my professional experience, is simply a alternatively demoralizing constating deficiency of correlation between pay and easy measurable strength of work and a somewhat little grasping, but inactive intuitively rather well understood, the importance of a given work from the point of view of the company. So you can gain 5 1000 zlotys, acting as a sales specialist for the company, through which it “walks” the full of the orders placed by customers, but besides with the same skills and competences, you can gain 15 1000 zlotys, simulating for 8 hours a day work during subsequent meaningless business calli.

In the second case, the occupation is to constantly phase attendance and readiness for cooperation.

You're a work theatre alternatively of a job.

There is simply a crucial correlation between the size of the company you work for and your remuneration. The number 1 situation will almost surely happen in a small, subject to direct marketplace pressure, and the number 2 situation will happen in a large, quasi- monopolist pier. This teaches on its own a basic equation, which is promoted by 2 unorthodox economists Jonathan Nitzan and Shimshon Bichler's wording capital = power.

There is no specified thing as the nonsubjective value of your work, understood as the valuation of skills, intelligence, toil and sacrifice you have put into creating something.

Work-based value explanation is not working. There is simply a price of labour acquired on the marketplace and the best bidders here are always, ceterisparibus, the largest capitalist entities. You don't should be productive at all, but you're expected to be a beautiful small crouch for a sword. This regulation applies the more so as to the greater the capital cressalot in which the guts were found. The best “work” is simply a synecura on the supervisory board of a large state company.

Revealing power as a final regulation that organises society, transforming "productivity", "reasonability" and "Retirement" through all cases, it is not yet any revelation, but it gives any tool for making individual usage in the conditions of home criticism of ideology.

Behind each media-exposed Jeff Bezos are: thousands of pees in diapers making mark drivers, tens of thousands of episodes of fearful derealization of warehouse workers in booths to mindfulness,

Hundreds of thousands of cases of back pain in the lumbar section blocked with opioid drugs, millions of mantras “my God, it doesn't truly happen, let it end” in toilet cabins, billions of forced claps, plastic smiles, artificial declarations of enthusiasm and hours of humiliating emptiness, alienation, senselessness and defeat. The labour crisis and the deadlock of late capitalism were best described by David Graeber, Mark Fisher and David Foster Wallace, standing in the vestibule of modern hell with their descriptions of Reagan's procedures in the IRS branch of Peoria (The light King) and Clinton's quantitative horror movie explanation of the results of corporate focus investigation on the fresh line of chocolates (telling Mister Squisha of the harvest Memory). For reasons that appear to be connected by a metaphysical buckle, all 3 are dead.