I hate the word ‘Consumer’ or I mockingly call it ‘CONSOOMER’. Because that’s to imply everyone in the world is just cattle, but with wallets. We’re no longer customers. We’re consumers now. And a consumer’s purpose is to consume shit, whatever is put out there. Got money? Shut up and consume, it’s what corporate interests and capitalism itself thrive on. Consume and consume.
“human resources”, it dehumanizes the people it manages, comparing them to goods and things, rather than thinking of them as actual people with needs and their own desrires. But nope, they’re just a resource for you to exploit
This is a new interpretation for me. I always read it as resources for humans.
The Human Resources department at most large companies is there to protect the employer, not the worker.
In all companies. If the company is large enough to have an HR department, it is there to protect the company.
How? They provide no resources to humans and literally manage humans
Sure, that’s the concept, and it’s a problem. But that’s not what the name “Human Resources” means. That’s like saying the office of Veteran Affairs is implying that veterans are themselves affairs. The title is obviously meant to imply resources for humans. It’s a lie, but that’s what those words are supposed to mean. It’s not called “Humans are Resources.”
I wrote about what they actually do, not their name
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I laughed aloud when I first saw that episode of SpongeBob “Selling Out,” where Karl takes over the Krusty Krab and he threatens Squidward with Human Resources. The Human resources guy isn’t a human, nor are any of the employees, yet they have HR anyway. But still, HR guy is scary and another reason the crew lives their work lives in fear. As cheap as Mr. Krabs is as a manager, he always let Squidward and SpongeBob express themselves in their own personalities. Human resources sometimes tries to squash your individuality.
There are companies where the HR Person has been reduced to a regional role.
Now we don’t have to worry about Flavio, in his office upstairs, watching the cameras; we have Demetria, who visits once a month and smells like a Chanel fragrance they haven’t made in a decade.
She visits. She watches. She makes notes.
She watches. People disappear.
Demetria is very concise when she describes when you are no longer an asset.
Demetria has other things to do, and you are getting in the way.
Demetria sounds like she wears a short skirt, and a long jacket.