Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Labor Policies, Social Justice Warfare, And The Ongoing Demise Of The NFL

     Theodore “Vox Day” Beale presents the statistics:

     Average viewership per game.
  • 2015: 17.9 million
  • 2016: 16.5 million
  • 2017: 14.9 million

     That is a 16.8% viewership decline in two years.

     Those figures shouldn’t surprise anyone who’s aware of the Colin Kaepernick-initiated “protests” that have recently beleaguered the NFL. Americans are sick and tired of “protests” from wealthy entertainers, of “social justice” idiocy (and the associated idiots), and of the cowardice of so many persons in positions of authority, whether public or private, before black entitlement syndrome.

     There is a solution, of course: a change in labor policies. The franchise owners of the NFL have long made their hiring decisions on a single consideration: athletic ability. It’s likely that until the Kaepernick caper, none of them imagined that there might be associated costs. The loss of viewership and the endangering of their lucrative television contracts should be a sufficient wake-up call...but perhaps not.

     There’s an important truth here: the sort of “Duh!” truth that “should” be “obvious.” And I’d bet the mortgage money that it will be on the tips of my Gentle Readers’ tongues before I express it in pixels.


     Herewith, a brief fantasy conversation:

     Lesean Jones puzzled over the contract for less than a minute before shrugging and surrendering it to Allard Boyce, his agent. Boyce scanned it, did a double take, and reared back in shock, his outrage-widened eyes fixed on Vegas Thunderstorm owner Gerry Grant.
     “You can’t be serious!”
     Grant smiled. “But I am.”
     “This binds Lesean tighter than an antebellum slave!”
     The smile was undiminished. “Not quite. There’s no amputation clause.”
     Boyce shoved the contract at Grant and rose. “Completely unacceptable.”
     Grant nodded. “Enjoy stocking supermarket shelves, Lesean.”
     The wide receiver rose from his seat and loomed menacingly over the Thunderstorm owner. “You itchin’ for a bitch-slappin’, cauc?”
     A large, uniformed figure surged out of the shadows behind Jones, took him by the shoulders, and rammed him back into his seat.
     The astonished athlete looked up into a face blacker than his own, attached to a body that made his look like a twig. The guard’s right hip bore a holster. The holster contained a Glock 17.
     Grant murmured thanks to the guard, who retreated to his previous position. “This is the NFL standard now. Any of the other teams would present you with the same terms of employment. One step out of line, one word I don’t like, on the field or off, and you’ll be fired. More, you’ll be blacklisted. No other team will be permitted to hire you. No arbitration and no appeal.”
     Jones turned to Boyce. “This ain’t right.”
     Boyce’s eyes remained fixed on Grant. “The entire league agreed to this?”
     Grant nodded. “It was a unanimous vote. Any team that’s found to deviate from its terms will lose its franchise without compensation.”
     “This can’t be in line with the labor laws!” Boyce protested.
     “I think you’ll find that it is,” Grant replied. He smirked. “I was part of the drafting committee. In fact, the language about ‘highest standards of personal decorum in all circumstances, whether public or private,’ is mine. If you need the specifics, they’re in attachment A.”
     “The league took a beating these past couple of years for the lack of requirements like these,” Grant said. “We’re not stupid. We could connect cause to effect. And we’ve decided that cut-ups and unpatriotic scum just aren’t worth it, no matter how well they block, tackle, run, pass, or catch. People just don’t want to be entertained by human garbage. So the social-justice virtue-signaling parade is over. So are any other behaviors that reflect badly on our league or our sport. Either little Lesean here will learn to behave the way decent people do, at all times, or he won’t play pro football.”
     The Thunderstorm owner rose and stretched. “I know you won’t believe it until you’ve tested the waters with at least one other team, so go ahead. I don’t recommend the Condors, though. Their owner just fired two-thirds of his veterans for refusing to agree to the new standards. He won’t look kindly upon an untested twenty year old punk who thinks he deserves to be an exception. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have four other candidates to interview.”


     That’s the way it will have to be for pro football, or any pro sport, to command the kind of television sponsorship and viewership that would support contemporary pro-athlete salaries. Up to now MLB baseball and NHL hockey have been almost completely free of the social-justice / virtue-signaling BS that’s ruined the NFL. (I don’t follow the NBA, so I have no idea what conditions are like in that sport.) But should the Kaepernick virus infect them, they’ll need to make the same changes.

     Franchise owners and the leagues want profits. They don’t want costs. But they can’t have the one without the other unless they agree unanimously on standards of conduct that bind players, coaches, and support personnel at all times and under all conditions.

     It remains to be seen whether the NFL’s franchise owners can steel themselves to the necessity. Just now, I’d say it’s unlikely...but without exactly what I’ve imagined in the segment above, the league will continue its down-spiral into the darkness.

     I can’t close this essay without a final observation. The NFL didn’t have any of its current public-relations problems when it hired only white players. Go ahead, call me a racist. I’ve come to enjoy it.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Victories

     First, for all those of you waiting with bated breath to hear whether I finally finished Innocents: Yes, the novel is now complete in first draft. After my editor has tightened the seams and picked off the lint, it will be winging its way to you. It’s a bit shorter than I’d originally imagined, but it covers the themes I intended, so I’m going to resist the temptation to expand it for no reason other than bulk.

     Second, indie writer Alma Boykin has an impressive essay up about “vocations:”

     What happens when experts, teachers, cultural leaders, and others tell people that they have no vocation and can not have one? When a generation is informed that not only can they not follow the paths of their fathers and mothers—especially fathers—but that such plans and dreams are outdated and pointless because the world has changed and the now-vocationless are doomed from birth? When there is no other option suggested, or perhaps no option that does not mean becoming dependent and being reminded of that dependence on a near-daily basis? I would posit that we may be seeing that today in the US, and possibly Europe as well, although various parts of Europe have their own problems that date back to WWI if not somewhat farther.

     The entire essay is eminently worth your time. Please read it all – and having done so, reflect, if you will, on the incredibly common attitude, especially prevalent among young persons on the Left, that disdains the vocations of our forebears, demanding something newer / easier / more remunerative / more “fulfilling” than the occupations those forebears followed. It puts me in mind of an old Animals tune:

In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refuse to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in trying

Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due
I know...

Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin’
Watch his hair been turning gray
He's been workin’ and slavin’ his life away
Oh yes, I know it
He's been working so hard
I've been working too babe
Every night and day
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'Cause girl, there's a better life
For me and you

     Pure Sixties’ English working-class resentment of the English working-class lot, topped with a fantasy that there’s an escape somewhere, if only dyin’ old Daddy and his resentful proletarian son could recognize it and grasp it. But there wasn’t then...and there isn’t now, here or there, as the Powers That Be have contrived to ensure.


     It’s not clear that the great majority of our parents, grandparents, et cetera felt that they’d been “called” to the trades they adopted. No doubt some did. Others might have gone unreflectively and more or less automatically into the family business. (Of course, that was easier when there were more family businesses and the BLEEP!ing IRS wasn’t doing its damnedest to kill them off.) And others, an unknown but probably significant percentage, followed the line of least resistance wherever it might lead them. But if anecdotal evidence can be relied upon, few rebelled against “the system” as so many do today. Few looked upon the life paths chosen by their predecessors with unmixed contempt.

     As loudly as the rebels of all ages have complained about the chafing of “society’s rules,” there has never been a successful society that didn’t lay out preferred courses for its young and urge them to feel “called” to one. There’s a hidden truth in there that even the canniest analysts tend to miss: the great majority of us are not nearly creative nor potent enough to design unique yet viable futures for ourselves.

     It’s an old observation that every man wants to be his own boss...right up to the moment he discovers what an unrelenting hardass that S.O.B. must be to keep food on the table. That’s another facet of our inadequate knowledge of ourselves: our propensity to superimpose our gauzy fantasies over the hard reality beneath. For most of Mankind, individual happiness and social utility are best served by conformity: i.e., by choosing from the menu of life paths presented by the world as it is, rather than imagining oneself as a trailblazer.

     Enter that lowest of all the emotions: envy. They who resent others who have made the accommodations reality requires for adequate happiness and security will do whatever they can to demean, discourage, and destroy the contented conformists around them. If the Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omni-Benevolent State, with its generous welfare systems, can be induced to help, so much the better for the resenters. If they must be in chains, let everyone be so!

     If you’ve been casting about for the covert engines that power the Leftist chaoticians laboring to twist the minds and souls of our progeny and rampaging randomly through our cities, I suggest that the answer might be found in the above.


     I had a friend named Bruce, way back in college, who was something of a mentor to me. He was firmly of the opinion that “if you want society’s prizes, you have to play society’s game.” It might have been in part a defense of his own, consciously chosen, strikingly gray-flannel path through life: get his degree, get hired by a large corporation, spend forty or fifty years laboring in its vineyard, and retire to enjoy a few years of peace before God pulls the flush chain. As I lost touch with him shortly after he graduated, I have no idea whether things worked out as he expected. I hope they did; of the people I remember from those days, he was one of the few who seemed to be at peace with himself.

     As it happened, I too followed a relatively conventional path, though much of my working life was spent at smaller companies. But I was always a little disturbed by Bruce’s acceptance of ways so many of our coevals spat upon. It might have been the tenor of the times and nothing else. Certainly attitudes changed dramatically after the Seventies were behind us, even if we seem to be in a period of reversion just now.

     The stark truth of the matter is plain: It’s a rare man who’s both fit by his aptitudes to strike out on a wholly new trail and likely to be happy for having done so. “Society’s game,” in Bruce’s words, might seem drearily conformist to the innately rebellious youth. (I‘d wanted to be a baseball player or an astronaut.) But it’s also rich in well proven courses, any of which can be navigated by most and will reliably repay an honest effort to do so. To choose one of those courses, to commit oneself to it sincerely, and to give it one’s best amounts to victory in the “game.” Remarkably, the terms of the game don’t require that there be a loser.

     We storytellers might be the luckiest of all men. We get to have it both ways: a conventional life path that puts coffee and cakes on the table, and a “second life” in which the fantasies we harbor that reality declines to accommodate can run free. It’s a unique species of blessing, eminently worthy of a prayer of gratitude...right after I finish polishing my incredibly awkward first draft of Innocents.

Friday, July 11, 2014

The Vacuum Part 2: Benign Or Malign?

"When all the errors are in the bank's favor, you can be forgiven for thinking there's more than sloppy arithmetic at work." -- Me.

I didn't originally intend a follow-up to the previous piece, but some of the comments have been priceless, and the "private" email that invariably outweighs them has urged me to continue. Why, you'd think I might have accidentally illuminated some heretofore undiscovered truth about human nature or something!

Charles Murray pointed this out in his classic Losing Ground:

"People respond to incentives and disincentives. Sticks and carrots work."

When America's foremost social analyst says something that pithy, people should pay attention -- especially as it crosscuts the "received wisdom" of our political class. And they did, Gentle Reader, they did. But when that unsurpassed fount of wisdom Fran Porretto follows with something like this:

"An agreement to sell one's labor is the same as an agreement to sell anything else: the good to be delivered and the payment for it must both be well defined."

...the sky trembles, the Earth moves, the angels weep...and the horde determined to differ with me rushes forward to quarrel, quibble, and declare all manner of exceptions.

I don't mind disagreement, as long as everyone respects the rules of polite argument. Some of my emailers didn't, as you can probably imagine, and as Liberty's Torch is a family-friendly website...well, most of the time, anyway...I shall refrain from elucidating further. But one particular thread that ran through quite a lot of the emails was the assertion that anyone hostile to making working arrangements more flexible must hate business or lack a decent work ethic. With that, I must take serious exception -- serious enough to merit another essay.


The joint-stock corporation was originally conceived as a way of amassing capital for a new venture. In that regard it was quite successful. However, that mission was quickly encrusted with others that were, to be gentle about it, less constructive. Today I'm uncertain that the "traditional" corporation, with its paired command and control structures of a managerial hierarchy and a Board of Directors, will survive more than a few decades longer.

The most controversial of all the accretions to the corporate idea was and remains that of limited liability. Stripped to essentials, limited liability treats the corporation as a person in its own right, whose responsibilities may not be offloaded onto uninvolved others. This concept protects individual shareholders from being held liable for damages caused by employees and agents of the corporation. Only the assets of the corporation may be garnished to pay for such damages.

The idea seemed quite reasonable at first. After all, a shareholder typically stands at some remove from corporate operations, interested only in getting a return on his money. He might not have the faintest idea what agents of the corporation are doing. However, the Law of Unintended Consequences was bound to have its say.

The first obviously negative consequences -- the use of limited liability to shield a wrongdoer from the consequences of his deeds -- are difficult to place in time. However, they evoked sharp legal responses: corporate officers, plus persons whose service to the corporation involves fiduciary responsibilities (e.g., lawyers and accountants) were excluded from the limited-liability shield. The change in incentives elicited a swelling of middle management's ranks, to bury ever more decision making below the corporate-officer level so that shenanigans could be plausibly denied. "Shell corporations" and "interlocking directorates" further complicated the picture. As litigiousness by and toward corporations increased, legislatures anxious for clear legal targets enacted "whistleblower laws" intended to protect non-officer employees from retaliation for having reported wrongdoing by their superiors.

But laws can only have such consequences as people's knowledge of the law and faith in its enforcement will sustain. A law that's generally unknown, that's obscure of import, that cannot be invoked for contextual reasons, or that's enforceable only at the discretion of an indifferent or biased authority, will fail of its purpose at best or be turned against its devisers' intentions at worst. This is especially the case as regards enactments intended to elicit candid testimony about wrongdoing behind a corporate facade.

Worse yet is the impact of the SNAFU Principle:

Shea and Wilson [Illuminatus!, 1975] defined an illuminating notion called the SNAFU Principle, which they stated as “communication is only possible among equals.” The basic idea is simple: when two people do not perceive one another as equals, they will slant their communications — unconsciously and without any particular volition — to protect themselves in that disparate relationship....

Wilson and Shea were both writers, and basically literary people; their summary is literate and verbal. But, being a computer scientist and at least somewhat literate in signal theory and information theory, it struck me that the SNAFU Principle wasn’t sufficiently precisely stated. It should be restated as followed:

“In any social hierarchy, the noise added to a communication between individuals in that hierarchy is directly proportional to the distance between them, and the factor of proportionality will be proportional to the perceived risk to them.”

In a corporate-employment setting, the SNAFU Principle functions bidirectionally. Not only will lower-level employees shade the truth when reporting to their superiors; those superiors will condition what they tell lower-level employees out of consciousness of possible hazards to themselves. This effect arises directly from the recognition that inside a corporate hierarchy, power is a two-way street. Yes, the superior has overt power over his subordinate, usually through assignment of responsibilities, salary reviews, and the power to fire. But corporation law as it stands today gives the subordinate power over his superior as well: through the "whistleblower laws," and through the effects of imputation upon corporate well-being.

The result is a systematic bias -- a degradation -- of communication, command, and control that often suits upper corporate management very, very well. It drives the relocation of as much responsibility for decision making as possible to levels in the hierarchy where power-deadlocks can effectively silence all parties concerned.


One of the functions of a Board of Directors -- in many analysts' view, the central one -- is protecting the stockholders against the effects of wrongdoing by the officers and agents of the corporation. The most obvious hazard is, of course, stockholders' potential loss of their invested principal. However, as enactments multiply that allow the penetration of stockholders' limited-liability shield, the protection of stockholders' private, uninvested assets becomes ever more important.

The powers of a Board of Directors will be set forth in the company's by-laws. Some such boards will have very narrow powers, limited to decreeing dividends and appointing or removing the chief executive officer. Others will have broader scope. But except for those made up of corporate officers themselves -- a dubious and highly dispreferred arrangement -- all boards have limited knowledge of the internal workings of the corporation, usually conveyed by monthly or quarterly reports. Here again, the SNAFU Principle comes into play.

Chief executive officers are anxious to perpetuate their tenures. Those who report to them are fully aware of the CEO's incentive structure, and will seek to propitiate him by serving it. To the extent possible, bad news traveling "up" the hierarchy will be filtered out, diluted, or qualified to reduce the probability that those required to report it will be made to suffer for it. The CEO will qualify or suppress whatever remains to the extent required to keep his Board of Directors from summarily replacing him. However, at every stop along the way, he who receives bad news will make it known to those who reported it that "you should never report a problem without having a solution already in hand." No one likes to be forced to deceive those who hold his fortunes in their hands; the risk of being found out is never zero and the consequences can be dire.

This creates an incentive that drives management to push the perceived responsibility for decisions that embed a degree of risk -- essentially all decisions of consequence -- ever downward toward persons whose positions effectively prevent them from being identified or interrogated. The more layers of management stand between the CEO and the line workers, the easier and more effective this is. However, perceived responsibility is not necessarily authentic responsibility. Authentic responsibility must be mated to authentic authority over the decisions for which one will be held responsible -- and managers are always reluctant to surrender authority.

How much duplicity occurs in the corporate environment will depend on the ethical soundness of those who populate it. That, of course, will be conditioned by the ethical soundness of the population from which corporate employment is drawn. Time was, the American people being the most ethical of all the peoples of the world, we could count on that soundness being very sound, and therefore on deceit being rare and generally easy to remedy.

Time was.


The enslaved Hebrews in Egypt, “their lives made bitter with hard bondage,” were a bickering, back-biting lot. Moses had to give them a promised land before he could join them together. -- Eric Hoffer, The True Believer

Sad as it is to accept, people under pressure will more often serve their personal material interests than obey their moral-ethical conditioning. Contemporary corporate employment places the employee under a kind and degree of pressure unknown to previous generations of Americans. This pressure is exacerbated by those political trends -- e.g., rising taxation; rampant inflation of the currency; regulatory authorities that obey no limits and recognize no regions of personal property or privacy -- that endanger the material well-being of Americans generally.

Long ago, as part of a story, I wrote:

    Everyone who ever works for a sizable company eventually faces an ethical dilemma. Ethical dilemmas are created by middle managers; a company whose top bosses were in direct contact with the peones and knew what they were doing could never have one.

    There’s really only one ethical dilemma for an employee: a middle manager tempts you to suppress something you know you ought to broadcast. He’s invariably trying to advance at the expense of his equals in the organization. Deny him, and he’ll vow revenge. Accede to him, and he’ll own your soul.

    The middle manager is indispensable to the dilemma because you can’t tempt yourself. If you have ethics, then you’ll know what’s right and what’s wrong. If you don’t, then you’re not a man; you’re vermin, and you ought to be crushed.

The protagonist of that story was an unusually clear-eyed young woman. Yet in retrospect, her view fails to account for the general deterioration of ethical conduct in our era of secularism and moral relativism. These days, managers at any level can and will impose ethical dilemmas directly on their subordinates whenever it suits their interests. He whose livelihood depends on corporate employment is vulnerable at every instant of his working life.

Combine that with the "progressive" trend toward "flexible working arrangements" in which one can never be sure when one is "off the clock" -- author and occasional commenter Joseph P. Martino captured this as "Am I working at home or living at the office?" -- and the picture becomes too muddy for the typical working stiff to be certain of anything.

There are still corporations whose mamagements' conduct consistently conforms to Judeo-Christian ethical constraints, but fewer than before. As relativistic moral-ethical rot progresses through our society -- and really, Gentle Reader, what influences are poised to halt it? -- these will dwindle still further. The implications for traditional wage employment are grave.

Food for thought.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Vacuum: A Monitory Statement

The political stuff has turned monochromatic. Yes, it's all deadly, but it's also become deadly boring, so perhaps you'll excuse me for punctuating it with a rant about a long-time irritation of mine.

We begin with a few quotes from an unforgivably ingenuous article about "work-life balance:"

In theory, the concept of “work-life balance” seems to make sense – splitting your days and weeks between a collaborative and connected working life while also enjoying personal activities and leisure time with friends, family, pursuing hobbies, exercise or just watching TV....

But what if everything you thought you knew about work-life balance was a myth? Alexander Kjerulf, founder of Woohoo, and an international thought leader and author on topics relating to happiness at work, says he believes “work-life balance” as it's traditionally defined doesn't actually exist anymore....

"The modern concept of work-life balance is focused on offering employees the flexibility to work anywhere, anytime -- leaving fewer fixed working hours and more project-driven or service-level deadlines and opportunities for ongoing streams of innovation and communication between team members," [managing partner of AgreeYa Solutions Ajay] Kaul says.

The emergence of cloud-based IT infrastructure and the prevalence of bring-your-own-device (BYOD) policies now allows employees to work from home or remotely and seamlessly continue collaborative efforts with colleagues and team leaders, Kaul says.

"With companies of all sizes becoming more dynamic, flexible and accommodating in their use of enterprise social collaboration tools and solutions and BYOD, the 'mobility effect' will continue to cause an overlap of the workforce’s professional and personal lives," Kaul says.

Soak yourself in that for a minute or two, Gentle Reader. Let it distill itself within you. Let its essence s-l-o-o-o-o-w-l-y pervade your brain. What do you think these "thought leaders" are really trying to say -- without saying it, of course?

In the future they're steering toward, you'll be "on the clock" 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

Oh, they'd protest to the skies that that's nowhere near what they mean. They're offering you freedom! You could choose your own hours, decide for yourself when to work and when to play, without being tied to the Procrustean bed of a standard work day and work week. Do you feel like going on a wine-tasting this Tuesday instead of dealing with the pile of crap in the in-box? Or perhaps you'd rather keep watching the latest episode of 24 than answer your insistently ringing company-issued "emergencies-only" cell phone? No problem! Our future will be all about flexibility: your unchallenged right to do as you damned well please at any instant of the day!

Not a chance, Gentle Reader. As you'd discover the very first time you declined to answer that cell phone while straining to relieve yourself of a particularly stubborn turd.


The "mobile worker / flexible workday" canard that article promotes isn't a boon; it's a trap. It would allow management to view your entire existence as being at their disposal. They would regard your in-office hours as being written in the stars, theirs by divine right, with no need to appreciate you for them, nor for the contributions to the company you make during them. Their invocations of your time and attention when you're not in the office would become the balance sheet upon which you'd really be evaluated. Your entire career would depend upon being immediately and unconditionally available for whatever they might choose to ask of you.

I've been there. It brought about the one and only occasion on which I've offered violence to a supervisor. (Believe me, he had it coming and a lot worse.)

The hell of it is, this isn't an entirely new idea. Rather, it's the culmination of a long trend. Telecommuting, which does provide certain advantages to the employee to whom it's available, is just the least part of the puzzle.

The seed idea is that of the salaried / exempt or "white collar" corporate employee.

About half of all office workers in these United States are salaried / exempt. That means:

  • Your salary is fixed at a certain amount until management decides to review and adjust it;
  • As an exempt employee, it's up to your employer whether to pay you for your overtime;
  • As an exempt employee, you need not be paid an elevated rate for overtime or "off-shift" work.

In my field, software engineering, overtime pay is a rare exception. Inasmuch as most software engineers voluntarily work more than the statutory 40 hours per week, it would seem that their employers are getting the better of the bargain. Sometimes that actually is the case. However, the incentives are bad both for management and for the engineering labor force. Management comes to rely upon the availability of overtime at no cost, while the engineer steadily comes to resent management's assumption that no hour of his life belongs exclusively to him.

Adding overtime pay to the equation doesn't improve matters. Suddenly quite a lot of salaried / exempt employees will absolutely "need" that overtime to complete their "urgent" projects before their deadlines. Management will, of course, be dismayed at the increment to its costs, and will fix a limit to the practice -- which will elicit a slowdown with which any union member would be quite familiar.

Absent a rigid insistence on a 40-hour work week that neither side has the right to violate, there is no solution. The "mobile worker / flexible workday" notion, however benignly it might have begun, is an attempt to rupture that bargain irreparably.


It can be hard to insist on a rigid work week, especially when times are tough and there are more willing and able workers than there are jobs. That doesn't reduce the importance of the bargain one iota.

About twenty years ago, I went on an interview at a company about which I knew little. (No, I didn't need a job at the time; it was simply my policy not to turn down an interview, especially one to which I'd been invited without my solicitation.) The interviewer was a typical middle manager who hadn't been hands-on for some years, if ever. He spoke glowingly (of course) about the company's plans and prospects, and fetchingly (of course) about the position he had in mind for me. It took him longer than usual to reach the point I'd been anticipating, which was (of course) that "our engineers are available to our customers at a moment's notice, no matter the day or the time."

"Oh!" I said. "I didn't know this was a field service position." I stood. "In that case, I'm not interested, but thanks for thinking of me."

He became alarmed. (Probably never had a really big fish spit out the hook before.) "No, please don't misunderstand me! You'd be running our entire research and development effort. It's just that our market window is so tight that all of us must be immediately responsive to any contingency."

I smiled. "That's a pity. It means that you're more likely than not to miss that window. If [the company's] fortunes are that precarious, I'm only available on a consulting basis. I charge $250 for every hour or part of an hour."

His look of chagrin was classic. "But this is a permanent position, and the career possibilities..."

"Sorry," I said. "If you intend to pay me a salary, I intend to work 40 hours a week for it." I extended my hand, and he took it numbly. "From what you've said I'm really not the man you want, but thanks for thinking of me."

This is a lot easier if you're financially secure and confident of your value. Nevertheless, it's at the core of my understanding of an employment relationship:

An agreement to sell one's labor is the same as an agreement to sell anything else: the good to be delivered and the payment for it must both be well defined.

That definition becomes impossible if your "workday" can be altered arbitrarily by your management and your "workplace" is wherever you happen to be at the moment. Your whole life -- possibly the lives of your spouse and children as well -- will be sucked into the vacuum that results.

Be tough about it. Give an honest day's work for your day's pay, but nothing more. Take it from someone who's looked into the abyss. It's not a pretty sight.