An interesting little window into the whingeing classes here. The complaint is that the workers, the proletariat, are oppressed by the bosses sending them an email out of hours. Therefore Big Beneficent Bureaucracy must save the peasants from this helotry.
To which there’s a useful answer – why not go get a real job instead?
In 1886, factory workers in the US campaigning for an eight-hour day rallied around the slogan “Eight hours for work, eight hours for rest, and eight hours for what we will”. Today digital devices have eroded these hard-fought distinctions. The right to disconnect – which is simply the right for employees not to be contacted outside of office hours by their boss – largely speaks for itself. It’s an idea that could have profound effects on people working in occupations where a phone has become an electronic leash that employers can pull at any time. Putting an end to the toxic expectations of connectedness would allow us to reclaim the mental space to enjoy our evenings and weekends.
A real job being where you actually do something other than faff about with emails of course.
There’s no point in harassing a nurse out of hours – they’re not standing by a patient that needs something, are they? No horny handed son of the soil gets so oppressed as it’s necessary to be next to an animal, or plant, to get anything done. The absence from a factory and some tin that can be bashed means the manufacturing peon can’t be pulled in by mere electronic whispers.
But if your life is spent planning the next diversity meeting then sure, pfaff over the airwaves can indeed be an extension of that working day.
That is, the very fact that an email can be work is evidence that the job you’re doing isn’t a job it’s indoor relief for the dimmer members of the upper middle classes.
At which point who cares, eh?