Given that, I was wrong and an entitled a--hole.
They’d bought the cheapest software they could find, from a bunch of absolute crooks, so it was buggy, prone to crashing, and looked like a Windows 3.1 screen saver. “I was basically tasked with selling and managing a badly-functioning, unwanted turd,” he wrote to Graeber.This description might sum up the author’s view of the global economy and those tasked with (or conscripted into) maintaining it. David Graeber focuses This book is about how some jobs are worthless and don't need to exist. The experience is soul-crashing for many. This book questions that assumption.Outside of office parties and other social gatherings to the idea of a bullshit job was not much discussed. This is a book that every working person should read. Notice I said caste not class, for a reason.When ‘Bullshit Jobs’ was published, I initially wasn’t particularly eager to read it as I gathered it contained material familiar from Graeber’s previous work: an essay in When ‘Bullshit Jobs’ was published, I initially wasn’t particularly eager to read it as I gathered it contained material familiar from Graeber’s previous work: an essay in This is a book about my life.
Not that guy asking about TPS reports from Office Space...David Rolfe Graeber is an American anthropologist and anarchist.David Rolfe Graeber is an American anthropologist and anarchist.“We have become a civilization based on work—not even “productive work” but work as an end and meaning in itself.”“Shit jobs tend to be blue collar and pay by the hour, whereas bullshit jobs tend to be white collar and salaried.” To you, it’s important. I still found it extremely engaging, fun and informative, but it does have few chapers that lag a bit. This can't true, right? I had once dreamed of making a difference in the world: I had hoped that on some distant day I might reflect So I wasn't sold on the first half of this book--the diagnosis of bullshit jobs. But the last half or third, I read like 5 times because it's Graeber at his best--diagnosing the bullshit in the ways we talk about the economy and money and debt. His new book, “Huge swathes of people spend their days performing jobs they secretly believe do not really need to be performed,” Graeber writes. She was talented at cleaning, and she wanted to use her skill to make more money in less time. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. It’s hard to get other people to see what you see needs to get done; it’s human nature to want to have things done your own way. What this book truly is about is Graeber’s complaints and rants about life in an imperfect world where the activity that people spend most of their time on, their job, has a number of elements that they only put up with because they are paid to do them. She would demand to know why. Though I am paid very well, I have always felt unessential in the grand scheme of things. For those elites, “a happy and productive population with free time on their hands is a mortal danger. His best-selling But Graeber loses traction when he tries to explain why “it’s as if someone out there made up pointless jobs for the sake of making us all work,” or when he attempts to get a handle on how automation and technology have done the opposite of creating a lovely four-hour workdaBy positioning themselves as job creators and maneuvering the political system to laud any and all jobs, rather than asking if they’re meaningful or help society or the employees, “they” can maintain power indefinitely. The proliferation in service industry was restaurant workers, cashiers, and hotel workers, right? It explores the proliferation of bullshit jobs, a relatively recent phenomenon used by Graeber to describe meaningless occupation created for the sake of keeping people busy but of no social value or benefit to society whatsoever.
It was never made into an issue by labor rights people or the political chattering classes until this author hit a nerve when he broached the topic in an essay. The tension at the heart of this book, of course, is that the writing of it is a bit of a bulls--- job. From her point of view, I was trying to exert power over her, make her do bulls--- work in an already vastly unjust power structure; from my point of view, she was taking advantage of me, and my house wasn’t clean enough for my liking.This cleaning person had survived a harrowing illegal crossing from Mexico at age 14 while I was born into a privileged demographic in the U.S., with dual citizenship in two wonderful countries.