May Day: The Day I Was Reminded I'm Not Just a Staff—I'm a Human Exploitation Machine
So, here I am, spending May Day—a day dedicated to workers' rights, rest, and reflection—being reminded that apparently, my role in life is to keep everyone else’s job afloat. How, you ask? Let me explain. It all started with an innocent (and by "innocent," I mean absolutely ludicrous) request from my boss. A Level III bureaucrat, mind you, who thought it was a great idea to force me, a mere staf pelaksana, to handle tasks meant for Level IV workers. Because, you know, why not? We’ve all got spare brainpower to take on responsibilities way above our pay grade without the fancy title or extra payment. For those of you unfamiliar with tunjangan jabatan (official allowances based on rank)—trust me, this boss has them. She gets paid for all sorts of "extras" I can't even dream of. Meanwhile, here I am, living out the unofficial duties of an onboarding boss for over a while now. No title. No recognition. No extra pay. Just the sweet taste of exploitation. Ah, the...