Remember when tech workers dreamed of working for a big company for a few years, before striking out on their own to start their own company that would knock that tech giant over?
Then that dream shrank to: work for a giant for a few years, quit, do a fake startup, get acqui-hired by your old employer, as a complicated way of getting a bonus and a promotion.
Then the dream shrank further: work for a tech giant for your whole life, get free kombucha and massages on Wednesdays.
And now, the dream is over. All that’s left is: work for a tech giant until they fire your ass, like those 12,000 Googlers who got fired six months after a stock buyback that would have paid their salaries for the next 27 years.
We deserve better than this. We can get it.
If you rely on your paycheck, you are working class.
What class am I if I rely on someone else’s paycheck?
You’re a politician!
The leech class.
A landlord
Sugar baby?
Like the candy?
Yes. As someone who is allergic to chocolate and hates fruit candy, Sugar Babies are the fucking bomb. Those and Pay Days are pretty much the only candy I eat. Sometimes those Mexican dried mangoes covered in chili powder and sugar that you can get at the gas station, those are weird, but I like them.
Like living of the rents, or receiving help from someone else?