Having sold their souls to capital, they long for the last time they experienced real human connection — thus they retreat into an infantile state of mind, desperately trying to claw back that which they lost.
There's a pizza place I don't go to anymore because it has a "joke" sign up that does some bad math to prove no one works enough thus no one deserves days off. Reminds me of this.
If porky needs me so badly that he would die if a single employee took one unpaid day off, then imagine all the extra cash we can yank out of that pig’s trotters if multiple workers threatened to not go to work unless he parted with some of his precious cash stack.
Sorry bossman, my landlord needs this money more than you. Don’t like it? Take it up with my landlord.
Yes, but the only person who's getting dressed up is going to be the boss, and the workers are the ones who choose the clothes. The boss ends up wearing clown makeup and 50 coats on top of each other, each a size too small.
I'd have to deface this sign the minute I saw the "I'd take a pay cut to keep working here" spot. Like, this is why I carry sharpies right next to the folding knife when I leave the house.
This is just someone who resents responsibility and has no interest in making sure their business runs efficiently. You want me to act like an owner? Give me and all the other employees equal share to you in the company. You want to not have to enforce rules of conduct? Give up your leadership position. It’s your fucking job.
These are always the kind of managers who (unsolicited) tell me I don't conduct myself appropriately in the workplace, as if they have better social and communication skills.