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Title: Beyond a Worker
Author: León Darío
Date: September 2020
Language: en
Topics: individual, individualism, proletarian, work, workers, El errante
Source: Originally published in the special number ten of the anarcho individualista magazine “el errante” from August-September 2020

León Darío

Beyond a Worker

I am not a “worker,” I am not a “working person,” I do not “dedicate

myself to ...,” I am not a profession, my human life transcends far

beyond the role of wage earner, I am not a job, I refuse to do from work

a way of life, I know perfectly separate the professional from the

personal and vice versa, I must work and work for “script requirements”

of my life for which for an average of eight hours a day (“net,” as it

should add “Rough” the rest of the time I spend traveling back and forth

and the time I spend eating and washing before leaving home) I have to

wear the appropriate uniform, jumpsuit or vest, fulfill, perform the

assigned task according to “guidelines” … but after the conclusion of

that eight-hour day, I transcend the production chain and still have the

rest of the qualities, virtues, defects, interests, objectives, tastes,

hobbies, hobbies, customs… that make up my person.

As an individual prisoner of the system, I must work like the mechanism

of a clock itself, limiting myself to rest in the minimum times

established for this, to raise my hand to, at least, notify the

immediate responsible that I need to go to satisfy my physiological

needs, to have to fulfill the determined task without the minimum

possible margin of human error and being at the height of what the

production requires and in the time that it requires; Furthermore, as

part of this torture of which I am a slave, I must suffer as

“companions” a series of people with whom (mostly, always of course

there may be exceptions) I would not share a half minute on any street

or coffee for being uncouth, stale, heavy, clumsy people and “artists”

of easy and harsh jokes.

I understand and understand unionization, of course I do, because as

long as it is life’s imperative to survive by lending our physical or

intellectual strength to an employer in exchange for a salary, we will

have to ensure a certain protection against the potential abuses of the

bosses of the office, but there is no class consciousness as they tell

us, most of the “colleagues” like those mentioned above, and this can be

extrapolated to any center in which a work activity is carried out and

regardless of the sector, they are pedantic reactionaries, sexists,

inveterate homophobes, pathological clumsy that give you the badge with

their politicking of yore by assuming beforehand that you share their

execrable way of understanding the world. The outdated left must clear

from its inner heart that vision that everyone who is stained with fat

up to the eyebrows is a “proletarian” even if it is in his lethargy,

(surely the “proletarian” will send you to shit as you conceptualize him

in this way ) that everyone with a reflective vest or blue jumpsuit is a

being of light ready to fight for the world proletarian revolution, who

are not because they are “sleeping” beings of light who must be awakened

like exorcist priests with an outdated pamphlet under the arm ... but

they are really ... the ball, the snitches, the climber, the scabs, the

ones who pass everything, the ass-suckers who laugh the pathetic ones

thanks to the little bosses who have it up for themselves, the miserable

ones who, although They are on the same professional scale as you, they

start to give you or try to give you orders as if they were your

immediate superiors and while they look “sideways” at them to see if

they corroborate their guidelines, the one who seeks to brush their

responsible and for this he will cloud the environment, invented,

misrepresented and misplaced to make “fluid” merits, those who have been

“lounging” for so many years, enjoy many perks and take the opportunity

to download and over-exploit a good part of the workload in the newcomer

to the company, “the pringao that is the new one ...,” it is unthinkable

and galloping naivety to pretend that these people can acquire some kind

of consciousness of any kind, be it short, medium or long-term,

despicable beings of such an intrinsic nature that if they could even

reverse their situation and would go on to whip their own comrades as

bosses, no matter how much there are lunatics who insist on the arduous

task of exorcising the supposed proletarian combatant within them.

As Emile Armand said (in his work “Individualist anarchism, what is can

and is worth”):

“Forced by various circumstances, perhaps due to family duties, he

accepts such a situation, but he does not resign himself nor does he

ever become a docile worker, a model employee or an irreproachable

official. He considers himself a prisoner of war, like a spy in the

opposite country.”