A New Job

Tomorrow I start work for a start-up marketing company. Or more accurately, I start to officially work for a commonly-owned and managed enterprise.

As you can probably guess: it's a worker's cooperative. A group of artists decided to band together to establish a business that they themselves will run and manage. I'm not an artist, of course, nor can I ever pretend to be one. I'm just coming in based on the strength of a hack writing job I did for them. Apparently, they have a need for writers, so any hack writer, my person included, might do.

It's a prospect that fills me with excitement and trepidation.

I believe that this cooperative has a lot of potential for growth and that I could contribute to such growth, given my background and knowledge of the cooperative business. But I also seriously doubt my writing prowess and thus, I fear, I'll come short of their expectations. As I said, I do believe I'm only a hack writer, at best; not an artist like them. The best I could come up with is perhaps a decent phrase or two.

There's a lot of uncertainty involved. They still have to get their systems in place. A few equipments are still being acquired. Heck, even my job description is a bit vague (Imagine: having been asked by my "boss" to help in drafting my own job description? It's a moral dilemma. On one hand, I could take advantage of it to have less things to do or be responsible of, but on the other, my conscience wouldn't let me shortchange them. In the end, I simply declined.) Even the pay isn't that good. It's even lower than my previous salary as a factory worker.

I could, however, render flexible working time. Or tele-commute. As long as I meet the targets then I'm good. This is what attracted me to the job. Of course, another plus factor is the potential for growth. The company is expanding rapidly and is poised on proving the viability of the worker's cooperative as a viable and sustainable enterprise. As a cooperative advocate, that prospect excites me. Alas, we can be free from the yoke of corporate slavery. There are no real "bosses" at the company, at least, not in the traditional sense. And we pay for our own salary and bonuses...based on output and equity considerations. Plus, the office is near U.P., thus, technically, still within my comfort zone.

Honestly, though, should my application for a certain corporation be approved, I would probably leave this new job in a heartbeat. I've been so used in rendering regular hours of work, in having concrete rules, and definite hierarchies that I find my new company's work ethics to be quite disconcerting.

I feel like a domesticated rat whose cage has finally been opened. Everyone yells at me to flee. That freedom is to be desired.

And yet all I know, in all my life is the certainty of comfort in my own little cage.