It’s survival! It’s a fight! A fight to survive.
Sleep deprivation on a coffee binge to stay awake and finish a 24 hour shift straight. I’m trying to get enough hours for a decent paycheck so I can spend time taking care of my children, my home, my health. My family matters. I often hear this quote, this norm, this flawed accolade expression: “Do what you gotta do!” Does this mean that we stop being humans? Are we just bodies that provide labor?
I work for a contractor that provides services to a respected airline. People go above and beyond the call of duty to give passengers the costumer service they paid for. And folks say: “Don’t complain or we may lose the contract.You may lose your job.”
Are we fish in the sea? Are we giving up hope for a bit of security? Constrained financially, we depend on every penny we make. No incentive to stay, no growth. A health plan that takes a quarter of a third of your earning –not to mention taxes. I know people must feel like they have earned a hard earned day’s pay and they have lost money from the holes in their pockets. I sympathize with that feeling. I get these sayings from people: “That’s the way it is. That’s G2 for you. That’s why they quit.”
Another one bites the dust. The norm. I refuse to be the norm. We are stronger than that. We are better than that. We can change the airport. Those $10 an hour didn’t come out of the blue. We fought for them. And we’ll continue fighting for respect and dignity. We’ll change the airport. We are changing the airport.