The American Dream. Making it. Finally having a place to call your own, a slice of that pie. Yet, in this country of abundance and excess, how free can we truly be? Each morning the mass of men enter their metal cages, driving to their "daily grind" where they pass 8, 9, or 10 hours in offices, factories, and fields across this expansive, varied land, lining the pockets of someone they may never see. It would seem that humanity spends two-thirds of its waking hours on the job, and the other third worrying about it.
The conscientious men in suits have reduced individuals to numbers, figures, spreadsheets. "Production units". How many widgets have you constructed today? Did you "meet target"? Are you that dot I see on Figure 3.1.2, producing less than your peers? I hope not, lest you receive that dreaded slip. After all, it is in the interest of the men with MBAs to increase production while maintaining or diminishing the amount of "overhead" like you. After all, they, too, are merely dots, but on Figure 1.0.3. If one of them can only outperform his or her peers, he or she might have the "privilege" to feed from the scraps left on the boardroom floor.
