ever think the 3-walled hell you work in is kinda like prison? its something you are forced to do on a daily basis to keep from being jailed, yet its like a prison sentence. it seems the more people are close to "getting out" that they tend to have a countdown ready to go till they are free, to do what they want, any old time...
but think about it... your boss's boss's boss is the warden, your boss's boss is the C.O.'s supervisor, and your boss is the C.O. to make sure you are producing...
and if you get fired, its the same as being on probation until you are happily in a new prison... your parole officer is the unemployment office, making sure you are continually & consistantly looking for that new prison to fall into and you cannot get out until retirement age, once you are usless and unneeded. you get ten years of ACTUAL freedom until your body can't produce its own waste and you get to the age where you can't wipe your own butt, providing younger "inmates" of the former system to be your wipe aides until you die.
i say make my office chair the electric chair and let the powers that be turn on the flow when there's a need for me on the other side.
until then... i got 22 years to go.
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