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Time to end it

Every day, for some time now, I summarise how my friends are doing as if it were a war bulletin.

Some are desperate for a job and find offers such as a one-month non-renewable contract.
Others are out of work and do not find those offers either.
Others do not pass the probationary period without much reason.
Others whose contracts they renew are precarious for two or three months at a time.
Others have not been paid a salary for one or more months (or severance pay for nine months, as in my case).
Others are told their bills will be paid in 180 days, perhaps.
Others, having never done this before, are forced to go to a lawyer.
Others fall ill because every single day, they get a rotten liver at work.
Others whose lives are turned upside down because someone, who doesn’t know which way is up, decides for them.
Others who overnight find themselves on the street because there are no margins.
Others, finally, who always thought the word mobbing was an exaggeration, and now know very well what it is.

They are all knowledgeable, intelligent, willing to learn, experienced or not.

It is time to wake up: all this is not the fault of the crisis.
All this did not start today, nor did it start yesterday.
All of this is the fault of those who run us, and I don’t mean those in government:
I mean those who sit not far from us every day.

Those who do not know what dialogue means.
Those for whom the word planning means all the operations to make a flour-based food product.
Those who have fallen into arrogance as children.
Those who, even though they have studied for years, have ignorance ingrained in their bones.
Those for whom coordination means matching the colour of clothes.
Those who believe that making a contract* of employment with someone means granting from the heights of their magnificence money, they who are so generous, in exchange for slavery.
Those who have made amoral familism their way of life.
Those who, in addition to being stupid, are assholes** and also insecure, in a perfect explosive mixture.
Those I know, you know them too, and you know very well what I’m talking about.

It is time to end it.
And make no mistake: they will not go away on their own, they will not ruin themselves, and you will not get rid of them quickly.
It is time to end it, but above all, it is time to wake up.

*words are essential. so remembering their meaning is always beneficial: “regulation of interests that derives its binding force from the agreement of those who enter into it.”
**for this Frenchman, in this case, not only will I not apologise, but I think it is absolutely due.

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