I don’t have a particular affection for my job but how did I end up not wanting to go home, dreading what the night would bring, and I just realized that Friday became the least favorite day of the week.

briqou:

“At the present time, I long only to sleep and to remain silent. I am sick of humanity.”

— Albert Camus to Jean Grenier, Correspondence 1932-1960 

new-aesthetic:

““It’s a bit dehumanising, never being able to get through to an employer,” says Robert, a plumber in his 40s whom I met at a weekly jobs club in London. He uses job boards and recruiters to find temporary work. Harry, 24, has been searching for a job for four months. In retail “just about every job opening” requires a test or game. He completes four or five a week. The rejections are often instant, piling up without a word of feedback. Every time you start again from zero. […] A fightback against automation has emerged, as applicants search for ways to game the system. On web forums, students trade answers to employers’ tests and create fake applications to gauge their processes. One HR employee for a major technology company recommends slipping the words “Oxford” or “Cambridge” into a CV in invisible white text, to pass the automated screening.”

— How to persuade a robot that you should get the job | Guardian

stoweboyd:

“Nationalism is like a half-wild beast. As long as it remains under our control, it can be of tremendous use. But if we abandon it, others are sure to step in, prodding and baiting the beast to bring out its most ferocious side. For all the well-founded misgivings about it, we have little choice but to domesticate it as best we can.”

— | Yascha Mounk, How Liberals Can Reclaim Nationalism

“the only way to allow individuals true freedom to lead their lives is to preserve some form of political identity independent of the interests of particular cultural groups.”