the DN has in recent weeks written about the feeling of futility in the workplace. A recent study from the DN/Ipsos shows that-fortunately-only one-tenth of the swedes feel that they perform meaningless tasks each week. But of course that is little consolation for those affected.
For me was futility, an almost constant feeling in the fall for a couple of years ago, when I was working with to pack food for a large online grocery store.
. In order to arouse my already tired body for the coming boredom I threw in me a concentrated hutt of lemon and ginger, which, if not refreshing, at least, seemed to uppläxande for the coming working day.
30 minutes later, I met my closest and only really present colleague. She waited in a 20.000 square meters betongklätt layer, two floors below ground. A robot connected to a headset on my head was my strict friend, who is also a coach and a supervisor.
Something hi, I did not, despite the fact that we worked near each other every day. Instead, I had to gäspande health of the robot with the only name she knew me by – a combination of numbers. Then she asked me to start picking and off trotted I.
Between the endless rows of the centre of the room product shelves, I had the company of a hundred other human colleagues. But a few close friends, who else can lift even the most mindless of the work, it became never. The interaction was limited to nickningar, a hello could disrupt the order that the robots fed in the earbuds.
”Time 2, section 8, shelf 5, a tray 2. Pick 2 to box 6”, could my say, and ask me to confirm.
“Done,” I said.
The ongoing robotsamtalet deprived me of even the last two human joys that could have lifted my days – music and free thoughts. Not only my body was in the robot’s violence, but also my inner being.
the futility of the work has aptly formulated by Brother Daniel’s frontman Henrik Berggren. In an interview with SVT in 1995, he told me about how in a short period of shared GP in the mornings.
” If I pass this staircase, I have earned enough money to buy a banana. And what shall I with it, what should I do with a banana?
a Little so I felt also. But it was about the most disappointing was the feeling that I was just a space. A short chapter in the time between the e-commerce breakthrough for the day when my workload could be replaced by robots. All that was required of me was my body, controlled by a robot.
Pampered nittiotalist, you might think. It is possible, I answer, and thinking that one must be careful not to complain about the job just because they are boring. But maybe, just maybe, you can require more sense of the world of work than so – and the question is whether or not the economy also benefit from it.
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