My job sucks. Why? Because it is a job. All jobs suck by definition - trade your time doing something you don't want to do for money. Working is like trading your soul for food and shelter. Just keep on trudging away, day after day, never getting ahead. Credit card balances get higher, inflation makes your pay get lower. Slowly piss away your life doing something for someone else. Work day after day for someone else until you die - what have you accomplished with your life?
It just isn't worth it. Life is too precious to trade away for just enough money to almost get by. I'm thinking I would much rather be poor and free than be a wage slave to a car and a house. Fuck, I just hate that it took me 34 years to figure it out!
I'm sick of doing someone else's bidding. Listening to some jackass tell me to do this or that absolutely pointless thing. Having clueless jerkoffs explain to me what they think is important - things that are actuallly meaningless - and expect me to give a crap. Knowing that nothing I do really matters, being bitched at because I'm not fitting some duechebag's idea of a timely schedule. Other than getting paid, it is pretty close to being a slave. But I don't get the money - my landlord, the power company, the bank that owns my car loan, the phone company - they all get the money. I'm trading my life for a car, a phone, and a shitty house in the ghetto! Talk about wasting a fucking life. Fuck this. I can't even remember the last time I did something I cared about. And to listen to the assholes at work tell me how "lucky we all are to have such wonderful jobs" - they would be right there in Auschwitz, gassing people and "following orders". Probably telling people how lucky they were to have a shower. People are idiots, except for the few that have found a way out. A job is the most grueling form of drawn-out suicide I can imagine. I think that it is actually a test given to us by a higher power - how long will you willingly suffer until you finally just go fucking berzerker and bash your stupid co-workers heads in with a three hole punch, or just stick your hand in the paper shredder? A cruel experiment to see which ones of us are smart enough to just say 'enough' and walk away from the rat race forever?
Just think - there are some novelists, inventors, private investigators, fucking landscapers who have had the balls to tell their boss to eat a tube of shit and are now doing exactly what they want, when they want to, where they want to, and don't have to listen to a single asshole tell them what to do or how! God bless the rebellious few! My heroes.
