Common Sense: workplace democracy

I never understood the way the world worked until I had to work. It was scooping out frozen yoghurt in the middle of the night in the bowels of a giant casino for youth wages, that I felt a deep anger about the way things are. There’s something painful about doing something you deeply hate everyday because you have to. You feel trapped. And if I’m honest, I was one of the privileged few. I could still work to earn a wage, and I was studying so I could have a role with more autonomy and meaning. Continue reading “Common Sense: workplace democracy”