I don't give a fuck.
What a way to begin a post. :)
Instead of being servile, I'm barking at you. Well, that's how it is. Sometimes, you get stuck in a political turmoil, you cannot avert disasters. When they turn deaf ears to your seemingly correct opinions, and then when in the wrong revert to your original creation. Without giving it a single thought. Yes this is a rant. It's bloody politics. I am not voting. I am not voting for this shit of a political scam. I refuse to bow down to advertising fuckers that throng this place like vermin. Like.. like ants..but nevermind, at least ants are hardworking. I'm sorry ants. I take it back. These cheap faced idiots are the foundation of the workplace. It's not fair. To steal ideas, to be insecure. to achieve diplomacy with the cheapest trick in the market. Your clock is ticking. Stretching, running, trying to make sense. It'll take years to straighten out the mess they've done. Like the american government talking. We need a change. That's the reason why people take long vacations. To escape the monster that work culture is. To become a child again. To reclaim that breathing space that the office space chokes your neck with.You forget that you loved this job when you decided to get into it. You tell yourself you love it, but then when questions come up, the grandiosity dampens. The faith lost. You don't understand. Slowly, but gradually, you bend down, you lose your spine. You decide not to do anything. Then you last a year...then you remember Howard Roark. And his spine gets stronger inside you, everyday.
