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Working for the man
We have all had to work for the man in one category or another in our lives to support our families and ourselves, and I recognise that many can't find fulltime employment at times. This is something prevalent in our various societies today. Some of us have managed to work in fields we love, others in areas through necessity, or through lack of choice and because a pay check is a pay check and its all green stuff at the end of the day.
Then the day arrives and we no longer have to get up at the break of dawn or a couple of hours later. We can actually stay in for another hour or two. In New Zealand it is the big 65, and qualification for the universal National Superannuation, or in realspeak: the 'old age pension'. You won't be travelling around the world in a cruise ship on 'super', but at least you are recognised as being a senior citizen and don't have to go downtown to a Work and Income office for a third degree and prove why you should receive a welfare payment. This despite the fact you may have been made redundant after working thirty years for the same company and your redundancy and severance payment had long run out.
Some of us, of course, never stop working. Some continue in volunteer work until they lack mobility, but others of us have taken on roles of care-giving to family members and the magic 65 makes little difference. We, for instance, have raised our grandson since he was eight years old with special needs and learning difficulties. He developed mental health issues at age 15 yrs and the workload increased. but at the age of 20 yrs his reliance on us has not diminished. And is unlikely to change anytime soon. So in a away we are contining to work for the man:
Working Man Blues
Everybody's working for the man again
But we still recall those days when we did work for the man, and our relationships with our fellow employees - our 'workmates'. And sometimes when the working day was done we would all move down to the local bar or tavern for an hour or two for a yarn, a song, recall the past and battles won and lost, and a drink or two before moving off to our families and homes.
Those were the days.
Stay here and drink