I caught the last part of the BBC's British at Work, presented by Kirsty Young. I can't help, having told you about Annie's job loss and her boss saying it's "an employers market" two things Ms Young informed me of:
In 1995, a company CEO earnt 44 times that of the average British worker.
Today, a CEO earns 88 times more.
88 times more
She also concludes that work used to be something we did and now it identifies who we are.
If that is true, that is the very deep malaise in our society.
When I was a deputy editor, my job certainly defined me but I hated that it did. Strangers were certainly more impressed and interested in me than they had been when I was working in a call centre but I wasn't any different as a person. I have to admit though, I got used to it, it felt good to be positively looked upon because I was a such and such and had the added bonus of enjoying the such and suchness that I did.
I had a shuddering crisis of identity when I became a mother and lost my journalism job.
Who the fuck was I?
Now, to you, to society, I am a single mother on benefits, a scrounger, a parasite.
I still don't know who I am, but I'm now happier for that, for I am only who I am, nothing else.
My job, whatever my job may be, will never define me. It can't. It can only depress me, if it's not right for who I am, whoever that might be.
Only others will judge me by my job. They can't help it, can they?
Prime Minister/Parking Attendent
same same but different?