It’s very rare for people to be expected to sacrifice blood, sweat or tears in most things these days in civvy street. Bandit employers prefer to take advantage of people by underpaying them or even not paying them and of course, forget tea breaks and even dinner breaks etc.
The people who did bit’s and pieces for me were always paid on time what they were owed. I also paid for substandard work that had to be redone. Those individuals, there were only one or two, were told after their money had been handed over that they were no longer required because of their lack of diligence.
I knew the majority of people who worked for me and it was a matter of fact that and personal pride that they were paid on time every week in cash for their efforts. I also paid the going rate for each trade without any quibble.
My view was that just like me, these people had personal expenses often including kids to feed, mortgages and various other bills to pay and of course, people want to be able to enjoy their lives affording decent food, a pint when they wanted it, holidays and so on.
People were also treated treated as equals. Employment law still refers to the master and servant relationship in legal terms when defining the role between an employer and an employee. People who worked for me were simply told, go and do that please and they were expected to get on with it and they did 99% of the time.
I went to school with some of these people and I drank in the same pubs etc that they did. We shared stories about our families and had plenty of banter. A happy workplace is a pleasant place to come to work to. That went for myself as well. I enjoyed being there with those people.
As for are they as comfortable as I am now. Well try handing out several thousand pounds in wages every week and then walking away with just a hundred pounds left over. That’s happened a few times depending on what stage payments for work were due.
My principle income these days is the pension I accrued in twenty years working in local government rising to a fairly senior level. That brings in several times over the amount that my old age pension brings in each month.
It was for me extremely good fortune that I did that service in local government. My first ever job there was because of a phone call from an old army mate. His dad worked there and got him a job there when he left the army. After I left the army, he phoned me and a couple of days later, I was a Council employee.
My first job there was as a dustman. My final job there was as a senior manager working in the social services directorate helping to run a department. It was a great ride in between the two very different roles over those twenty years.
I managed people very much according to the philosophy that I’ve expressed on here. I expected good standards of work from everybody and that mostly happened. Where it didn’t, the problems were explored in a constructive manner and people usually responded positively because they appreciated being helped and not berated.
They wouldn‘t have known it but It was the Green Jacket way of management In a civilian context. And it worked. We produced good results. I was known as a manager who would deliver matters that were previously problems as good results that worked producing what was needed.
That was done positively only stepping on toes where it had to be done. People wanted to work for me because they appreciated my way of doing things.
After I left the Council and did my own thing in an entirely different industry, the same ethos worked very successfully as I mentioned earlier.