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Being Fair

The man is almost a trillionaire and wants to edify us all on fairness in the workplace by way of presentism. He must really think that regular working people are spectacularly dumb if that statement was meant to convey any real meaning. Unfairness is the entire point of workplaces. People almost never get what they fairly deserve. Folks who are super conscientious are burning out because they take pride in the quality of their work and find themselves saddled with the worst projects. Others spend their entire time at work building political capital so they can get ahead - they have no time, desire or skills to do any real work. 

Everyone else is somewhere between the two extremes - and none of it is fair by design. The workplace is meant to be exploitative or the enterprise cannot be profitable. Once everyone gets treated fairly, it would be impossible to keep the house in order. There has to be the right mix of hope, fear and confusion to make the system work. Fairness is not meant to be on the menu but this guy has an easy fix for all that. Maybe such level of enlightenment is attained when a person's wealth is so vast that it is incomprehensible to the huddled masses he addresses in his post. 

I know for a fact that I would not have been able to raise J in the way I wanted if I did not have the flexibility to work from home from the time she was about ten years old. They would be no path for me if I had to present myself in the office to be "fair" to everyone else. The person most in need of being treated fairly by me - my daughter, would have lost out big while none of those folks at work or even my employers would have benefitted from me sitting in the office.

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