You know, most executives don’t think much about labor until there’s a strike or a walkout. They don’t even have enough respect for us to look us in the eyes when they talk to us. If a suit has a problem with one of us, he or she usually tells a subordinate to hash it out with us, lest they lower their royal selves by talking to us common dogs.
In those rarest of times that they will actually converse with one of us, it is usually just to humiliate or degrade us, getting their jollies if one of us cowers before them with our tail between our legs. If one of us bites back, or even barks, we are punished with written reprimands, unpleasant duties, demotions, or even termination, and then used as an example by holding our bloody, severed heads up before the other dogs to frighten them into submission, should they ever even think of standing up for themselves.
They swing the power of their position around like some huge cock, intimidating every employee who will let them get away with it. Most of them are sad, pathetic little people with insecurity issues and feelings of inadequacy. Brutalizing the dogs for some sick, bizarre reason makes them feel powerful, just like the bullies that they are. Hell, the truth is that these suits are just pussies that wouldn’t have the guts to walk into a barroom, or anywhere outside of the corporate microcosm, and treat us like that.
You see it every day in the office, at the jobsite, and on the shop floor. They never return a “hello” or “good morning” except with a sneer or that twisted half-smile eye-roll that lets you know you aren’t worthy to speak to them unless they speak first. And …