Stamp this into my forehead will you: Stupid.  Shit, if it were right there, where everyone idiot could see it I wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with them.  Dealing at any level with the timeless idiocy that I’ve grown to, well hate isn’t the right word, but it sure sounds right.

 

I’m sitting in the cube of my current existence.  That is a 5 foot high soft cage, only they tie the door and lock of your cage to your paycheck.  It has soft material on it and pushpins don’t stick in it.  I can’t hang pictures or posters on the crap because the shitty wall just ejects my pushpins.  I hate the darkness of this cave, but I need the f*ing money, so I sit here and take the soul tarnishing abuse of corporate America.  Are you listening boss?

 

There is this engineer who thinks somehow because his parents spent oodles of cash on his education that he’s some how got the right to butt his wide, flat nose into everyone else’s job.  But from what I’ve gathered, every single jug head over 40 thinks he’s been around the block enough to know everyone else’s business.  Amazing!  I’m in my thirties and frankly I learned somewhere after I stopped drinking all the time, that what I know of anything could fit into a thimble with enough room left to still put your finger in!

 

This particular engineer, he’s got a hard on for one of those ancient Blue Chip corporations and he likes letting them bend him over and give him a good stiff bombardment.  He loves them so much that when they tell him to do something he does.  This includes changing our company’s policy to fit into his grand ideal of what everything means. 

As of late he’s had me make changes to certain objects.  These changes he has stolen directly from another source.  That’s right, STOLEN.  Thief isn’t the right word, but it sure fucking fits!  So I’m working on this project for him, stealing someone else’s work, and I think, “Shit, if somehow this comes back to us…US…” US?  Shit, ME!  It won’t come back to my boss.  It won’t come back to this idiot engineer.  No, I’ll get the ax, right after they remove if from my ass! 

 

What’s worse, is that by bending our company to the whim of some washed up, behind the times Corporation, we set ourselves up for destruction.  We take the role of worker bee in a colony and allow this other company the position as queen.  What happens when this Goliath falls on it’s face?  It will eventually happen, the industry is changing, and physics tell us that large objects have to overcome their own inertia before they can change direction.

 

It’s more of the same.  I hate this stupid planet.  If only religion was the answer, at least I could be a blind fool, chasing god.  But damn!  There’s nothing, but the empty void and the executioner is waiting.