Epictetus was a slave and I drive the 413. What counts as ‘up to us’ at work?
I drive the 413 across Ankara. Eight hours, two breaks, roughly three hundred passengers a day. I listen to philosophy lectures between stops, and Epictetus is the one I keep coming back to.
The Handbook opens by dividing things into what is up to us and what is not. Up to us: our judgements, our impulses, desires and aversions. Not up to us: our body, our property, our reputation, our office. Epictetus had been a slave. If anyone had a right to say most of life is not up to us, it was him.
In traffic this helps. The jam is not up to me. The passenger who swears at me is not up to me. My reply to him is. I can feel the difference in my shoulders by the end of a shift.
But I've started to wonder. The schedule is not up to me. The pay is not up to me. The rule that we can't open the doors between stops even in the rain is not up to me. Should I just accept all of that? My union rep says Stoicism is a philosophy for bosses: it teaches workers to be calm about things that ought to be changed.
On the way home I listen to Yunus Emre, whose poems say a lot about humility and love and not much about rotas. So, for others who work: does the dichotomy of control make people better at their jobs, or just quieter about them?