A few days ago, while in the midst of my 137th existential crisis related to the weird transition period I’m in, something dawned on me:
Holy shit. I have an engineering degree!
It seems like I ought to be able to do something with this engineering degree. The problem is that I don’t want to be an engineer, per se; I don’t want to work for Caterpillar and develop ways to make better front-loaders so the CEO of Caterpillar can drive an extra-souped-up Range Rover. (I know, I know, my potato-famined Irish ancestors are gritting their long-decayed teeth. “Oh, he doesn’t want to be an engineer. Get out the violin, Siobhan.”)
Tossing aside my entitled annoyance at the prospect of a soul-sucking job at Caterpillar, I’m not completely opposed to working as an engineer, if that work was toward a project I believed in. In fact, if someone told me that I could work part-time on a project that benefited the proverbial “common good,” and that I could get paid a little for that work, I would be thrilled to participate
Okay, maybe I wouldn’t be thrilled; thrilled implies exclamation points and old Toyota commercials.
So “intrigued,” then, by the idea of walking into some antiseptic concrete building and saying, “Hey, I have this engineering degree and I’d like to help out.”
I would be whisked off to an anteroom, where my options were explained. I could choose how much or how little I wanted to work, and I would be offered an hourly wage based on my skills and how rare or common they were.
Seems pretty reasonable, right?
If only we had a centralized organization capable of coordinating massive projects related to infrastructure and/or public service…
Oh shit, we do. It’s called the United States government. And, contrary to popular opinion, we could use this thing called the “government” for good.
Let’s say I went to work for the government’s High Speed Rail Initiative (which I just made up). I would know that others would benefit from my efforts (the people who would ride on the trains), but because the government is a non-profit organization, I would know that they were the only beneficiaries.
In other words, I’m amenable to a contract between the final consumer and me, in which that consumer receives a good or service and I am paid a wage. I am not as amenable to a contract among a final consumer, me, and a bunch of parasitic shareholders and/or bosses who feed off the efforts put in by my colleagues and me. (Not to get all WTO Protestor on you.)
The free marketeer would say that if people need high speed rail, some company will build high speed rail. I don’t dispute that Mr. Marketeer is correct, in theory. If people need televisions and toasters and long-handled spatulas for the Weber grills on their redwood decks, some company will build and sell those products.
I won’t even dispute the idea that you might be able to privatize things like education, correction, and public transportation.
But, in the meantime, while we figure out the feasibility of public works built by the private sector, why not take advantage of the goodwill and spare cranial capacity of people like me?
The reason we don’t is that powerful people have convinced us that working toward the common good is a reprehensible pastime. Thanks in part to Republicans who are very good at selling materialism to people who don’t actually want to be materialists, we’ve been convinced that the common good is anything but. We’ve learned that the only thing worth pursuing is our collective craving for Jet-Skis.
Other powerful people – Liberals, I’m looking at you – expect people to volunteer their time. And that means no money. And no money means no Jet-Skis.
I think most of us fall in the middle. Let’s call us the Reasonables: people who would like to help, but who also know we can’t afford to help for free.
Okay, that’s fine, you’re saying. But where to come up with the money?
In a recent column for Slate, Eliot Spitzer wrote, correctly, that if we shaved $100 billion off what we’re spending on wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, we could create 5 million jobs that paid $20,000 each. (Jobs that weren’t devoted to, you know, killing people.)
Imagine that. Imagine what 5 million people could do. Sure, $20,000 isn’t a lot of money. But imagine that some of that money is going to highly-skilled people who are working part-time and that some of that money is going to less-skilled people who are working full-time.
A sliding-scale jobs program, then, that takes advantage not only of America’s strong backs, but also of its strong minds: people getting paid a reasonable wage, based on their abilities, to work for the improvement of their country. (And probably, in the process, stimulating the economy by spending their wages on Big Gulps, toaster ovens and, yes, Jet Skis.)
For example: while flailing through this transition in my life, I’d work two eight-hour days each week on building the high-speed railroad we should already have. I’d need $25 an hour to make it worth my while – a bargain, really; if I had gone to work as an engineer straight out of college, I’d probably be making the equivalent of sixty or seventy dollars an hour by now.
I’d be willing to work for less because of the freedom to work part-time and because I would know that I was working on something I cared about. If I worked 50 weeks out of the year, well, there’s your $20,000. Maybe not enough to live on comfortably, but enough to supplement whatever income I get for writing articles on whatever harebrained idea pops into my head.
Other people might have to work forty hours a week for their $20,000. Some of them might even get stuck picking up trash in parks, or paving roads, or installing the railroad that I helped design.
(If this inequality sounds condescending, answer this question: would you dig ditches for $20,000 a year? Probably not. But there are people who would. This – despite our potential desire for it not to be – is The Way It Is.)
And that’s just $100 billion. (Just $100 billion!) Imagine if we closed a few tax loopholes, or if we listened to Warren Buffett and taxed the rich like they should be taxed, or if we spent another $100 billion less on defense (which, in the end, is a massive, yet inefficient jobs program) or if, instead of unemployment benefits, we paid people to work on the railroads, bridges, highways and windmills we were building.
For $200 billion, we could employ 10 million at $20,000 a year. Sure, some of those people would be worthless, worthless workers – that’s how people are. But most of them would be conscientious souls interested in doing a good job for a reasonable wage – that’s also how people are.
And this, I suppose, is really the point. Contrary to what many in our government have convinced us to believe, most human beings want to help out, at least a little.
I have two brothers of working age. One is an infectious disease doctor. The other has a Master’s in Spanish education. (Send me an email if you have tuberculosis and/or a problem conjugating bailar.) I would be willing to bet that, if you told either of my brothers that he could go to work part-time for a faceless corporation, he’d wrinkle his brow and tell you to piss off.
But, if you told him that he could use any free or extra time he had to work toward the betterment of society, I’d bet he’d at least consider it. (Imagine the first brother spending six hours a week working on, say, a better flu vaccine, and the second brother working two days a week in teaching Hispanic kids English.)
I have to think that my brothers and I are not alone. Half of my friends have degrees they aren’t using. Eighty percent of those have extra time. One hundred percent of them could use a little money.
I think most people are like this. I think most people, if given the chance and with a little time to spare, would like to work toward the common good, especially if they were getting paid to do so according to their abilities.
Most people have skills or talents that could be utilized for the sake of good. Most people are hard workers who understand that the only way to improve society is to pitch in and help out.
But most people need someone or something willing to accept that help and apply it to something productive.
I’m looking at you, government.
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I rarely enjoy anything you do, but I liked your article, and agree with its premise. The problem is, I feel like the government would crap away most of the “extra” money hiring people to administer the work programs, instead of actually spending it on the workers. I don’t know how to solve that problem, though…
Other powerful people – Liberals, I’m looking at you – expect people to volunteer their time. And that means no money. And no money means no Jet-Skis.
Wrong. It’s the conservative/glibertarian “I got mine fuck you” position that government shouldn’t provide jobs or a social safety net and the Looterz should rely on private charity.
Stick to music.
Hey D-prag!
Just because someone doesn’t share your same distorted opinion, doesn’t make them wrong. Can you at least appreciate your own contradiction in which you read an opinion piece, criticize the author for sharing that opinion, and then take to the comments section to share your opinion?
Just think if everyone on the planet thought like you? They would all sit in their mom’s basement to read authors they hate and never get laid. That’s not a very good solution to any of the world’s issues.
If you are asking the author to “stick to music” then I ask that you only comment on topics where you have some level of expertise. Feel free to shower us with your vast knowledge of Dungeons & Dragons, drinking to numb the pain, anything Harry Potter, Justin Bieber, the proliferation of internet dating sites, and misery due to self-loathing.
Everyone has opinions and mine is that he is wrong. I did what you are asking me to do. You can’t be this stupid.
That quote was just a piss poor false equivalence. High Broderism.
Hey PIAM: could you think up some new projections/ad hominem attacks. You’ve reused the ones above enough.
yeah, i like your music stuff much better.
“Just think if everyone on the planet thought like you? They would all sit in their mom’s basement to read authors they hate and never get laid. That’s not a very good solution to any of the world’s issues.”
-except overpopulation….
Consider this proposal: If you promise to stop being such a waste of space then I’ll consider coming up with some new material? Or maybe you should contemplate not posting to this site at all? Because, analogous to your everyday life, you obviously contribute nothing.
P.S. Looking up words in a thesaurus to seem intelligent does not actually make you intelligent.
Luckily for humanity, you are not the arbiter of what is objectively “productive” or not. I’ll decline your offer. But seriously, the whole mom’s basement shtick has a shelf life.
You could also make a point in lieu of the ad hominems. Your projections about me are a big tell about you.
You used “projections/ad hominem” in 2 seperate posts about the same issue? Are you always that redundant or were you not near your trusty thesaurus?
Oh, and it’s not “shtik”. It’s just my opinion that you are a worthless idiot as evidenced by each post you write. Feel free to call them projections is it makes you sleep better. I am happy to help with any justification you choose to explain your misery.
Paul,
It’s a lovely utopian idea that would probably never work in real life as someone would work out a way to exploit it for their own means.
As an alternative idea, take the average number of hours that people spend in pointless arguements on internet message boards, multiply by the number of people and apply those man hours to a useful project – I reckon that you could probably staff the next space program with those hours (or get your high speed rail system built).
Admittedly I am being facetious, but this is actually the idea behind the “Big Society” idea currently being pushed by the Conservative government in Britain. The #riotcleanup campaign following the recent riots was an example of the sort of things that can be achieved (even if it was hijacked by a few politicians trying to score points).
It’s a projection because you have no idea whether it’s true. I know you want it to be true and your narrative requires that it be true but that doesn’t make it so.
“the whole mom’s basement shtick has a shelf life.”
unlike the whole disagree for the sake of it shtick you’ve got going prag…
I disagree and I indicate why in my post.
Are you two dating or something? Your online fight is pretty cute.
i know, the bit about you disagreeing AGAIN was kind of what i was getting at…
Can you direct me to the rule regarding the number of times one can disagree? So many rules on this site.
I’ve had this post up in a tab for 2+ months now, waiting for a time to read it because it intrigued me when you posted it on Facebook. I’m a little sorry I read it, to be completely honest. Completely ignoring the politics of this, I am most appalled and saddened by the comment about our military deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan being devoted to killing people. I think you were trying to be funny, but it shows a real lack of knowledge of our military personnel, so hopefully you can learn something here.
First of all, there are not many servicemembers out there who WANT to go to war (I’m sure there are a few crazies out there) and who DON’T want to come home as soon as possible. Second, you seem to have no idea what kind of good our great men and women over there are doing: teaching them how to protect themselves, training doctors and nurses, teaching about sanitation and public health, and working directly with the locals to supply them with clean drinking water, through simple systems they can build and maintain themselves, for the first time ever in many places. Those last two things are what my husband is doing right now and what he has been doing for the last 7 months, all while risking his life (yes, he’s had some close calls) for the greater good both of people here in our great country and in Afghanistan–and his fellow Soldiers, for that matter.
Should our military even be over there? I don’t know. Do I wish our military were over there right now? No. I wish they would come home today so that I could wrap my arms around my husband once again instead of waiting another almost half a year for that opportunity. What I DO know, though, is that we are doing amazingly GOOD things over there and I, for one, am extraordinarily proud of both my husband and his fellow servicemembers, and I would NEVER say that their job is devoted to killing people. Their job is devoted to DEFENDING, HELPING, TEACHING, and PROTECTING people. Sometimes, sadly, that involves killing, but it’s a great day when it doesn’t.
Anyway, I will get off of my soapbox now.
Sadly, all the good that we’re doing in those places, almost never gets reported on the news. Good news is no news, you know.