loading . . . I Work For an Evil Company, but Outside Work, Iām Actually a Really Good Person I love my job. I make a great salary, thereās a clear path to promotion, and a never-ending supply of cold brew in the office. And even though my job requires me to commit sociopathic acts of evil that directly contribute to making the world a measurably worse place from Monday through Friday, five days a week, from morning to night, outside work, Iām actually a really good person.
Let me give you an example. Last quarter, I led a team of engineers on an initiative to grow my companyās artificial intelligence data centers, which use millions of gallons of water per day. My work with AI is exponentially accelerating the destruction of the planet, but once a month, I go camping to reconnect with my own humanity through nature. I also bike to and from the office, which definitely offsets all the other environmental destruction I work tirelessly to enact from sunup to sundown for an exorbitant salary. Check out this social media post of me biking up a mountain. See? This is who I really am.
Does the leadership at my company promote a xenophobic agenda and use the wealth I help them acquire to donate directly to bigoted causes and politicians I find despicable? Yeah, sure. Did I celebrate my last birthday at Drag Brunch? Also yes. I even tipped with five-dollar bills. I contain multitudes, and would appreciate it if you focused on the brunch one.
Mathematically, it might seem like I spend a disproportionate amount of my time making the world a significantly less safe and less empathetic place, but are you counting all the hours I spend sleeping? You should. And when you do, youāll find that my ratio of evil hours to not evil hours is much more even, numerically.
I just donāt think working at an evil company should define me. Iāve only worked here for seven years. What about the twenty-five years before, when I didnāt work here? In fact, I wasnāt working at all for the first eighteen years of my life. And for some of those early years, I didnāt even have object permanence, which is oddly similar to the sociopathic detachment with which I now think about other humans.
And besides, I donāt plan to stay at this job forever, just for my prime working years, until I can install a new state-of-the-art infinity pool in my country home. The problem is that whenever I think Iām going to leave, thereās always the potential for a promotion, and also a new upgrade for the pool, like underwater disco lights. Time really flies when youāre not thinking about the effect you have on others.
But I absolutely intend to leave at some point. And when I do, you should define me by whatever I do next, unless itās also evil, in which case, define me by how I ultimately spend my retirement.
Because hereās the thing: Itās not me committing these acts of evil. Iām just following orders (until I get promoted; then Iāll get to give them). But until then, I do whatever my supervisor tells me to do, and thatās just how work works. Sure, I chose to be here, and yes, I could almost certainly find a job elsewhere, but redoing my rĆ©sumĆ© would take time. Also, I donāt feel like it. Besides, once a year, my company mandates all employees to help clean up a local beach, and I almost always go.
Speaking of the good we do at work, sometimes I wear a cool Hawaiian shirt on Fridays, and itās commonly accepted that bad people donāt wear shirts with flowers on them. Thatās just a fact. Thereās something so silly about discussing opportunities to increase profits for international arms dealers while wearing a purple button-down covered in bright hibiscus blossoms.
And when it comes to making things even, I put my money where my mouth is. I might make more than 99 percent of all Americans, but I also make sure to donate almost 1 percent of my salary to nonprofits. This way, I can wear their company tote bag to my local food coop. Did I mention I shop at a local food coop? Itās quite literally the least I could do.
Of course, I donāt love everything the company does, but true love means loving something because of its flaws, not despite them. And more importantly, Iāve completely detached myself from reality and real suffering and intend to continue to do so as long as I work here and after I leave. https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/i-work-for-an-evil-company-but-outside-work-im-actually-a-really-good-person
