‘Work people’ make me feel like I have mesothelioma in my neck… Feel like my kidneys be dissolving around them. Not all people at work fall into the despicable category of ‘work people’. ‘Work people’ are in a rat race, cookie cutter job where they are disposable and grossly underpaid yet seem completely unaware of (or unaffected by) the capitalism-based prison they go to everyday. Not only unaware, but inexplicably cheerful. EVERYDAY. In jail. How?! How are you ok with this?! An astounding level of delusion…or maybe a well-developed coping mechanism…idk…but that shit is amazing to me. Any reasonable person should have a healthy level of ‘fuck this shit’ at a bullshit job. If not, you obviously need an intervention. A loved one should sit you down and tell you to stop posting on IG ‘headed to the money’ #$ecurethebag, on the way to your reoccurring 8-hour telemarketing sentence. Stop talking loud early in the morning about nothing and telling your personal business to people who don’t want to be there, let alone listen to you spew useless syllables from your face. I understand ya gotta do whatcha gotta do to survive… I ain’t saying don’t go to work or quit…….just don’t be treating it like its some ideal shit you designed for yourself. My people with rudypoo jobs who just work and go home – thank you for acting accordingly. You apparently have dignity and enough self respect to dislike unlikable shit. You know how to behave in undesirable situations – just get it done and go. You don’t happily frolic into the DMV or the post office like some deviant madman. You don’t have long pointless convos while getting your car from the impound. Why? Because you’re not insane and/or didn’t experience the kind psychological trauma I assume causes behaviors like these. Thank you for not coming to my cube/office and selfishly interrupting my daydream about rapping at a concert to thousands of adoring fans. Coworkers who don’t talk forever at bullshit jobs are philanthropists. Continue your humanitarian efforts…they don’t go unnoticed.
I vehemently oppose this current indentured servitude-ish system many are forced into. A system where we use the daylight portion of our adult lives to make “money” in order to pay for food and water. A system where we use our irreplaceable life-hours in order to acquire life essentials is inherently absurd at best. I be at work dumbfounded by how people don’t/can’t see this…and if they do, how they are seemingly unaffected by it… Maybe they know something I don’t. Either way, act like you know you’re self-worth and stop enjoying the equivalent of repeatedly stubbing your toe in the dark. You deserve better. As the Brooklyn-born street pharmacist turned orator Jay-Z once stated: This can’t be life!…’Cause it aint! Take steps to eventually escape the 9-5 hell! Life is short!
If you have a career that pays very well and allows you the autonomy and creativity to be your best, most productive self while serving humanity….Fuck you respectfully…I aint talkin to yo ole I’m-livin-in-my-purpose face ass…
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