Work is driving me inSANE!  

Aaarrrggh 44M
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11/29/2005 7:10 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Work is driving me inSANE!

The stultifying air of work, repetitive (it's repetitive) repetitive, and the more responsibility dumped on my desk, the more catatonic I feel as the stress closes in like shrinkwrap. The boss' currency is words, verbose, verbatim, adverbium, dumbed down for the markets, despite the technical realities involved, it's the market that tells you when to sit, eat, sleep, and they prefer bulls over bears because bulls offer bullshit, and bears, well they shit in the woods.

Me? I am the office fundament. And without intestinal fortitude, all control is lost, and productivity goes down. The charts come out, and a gaggle of accountants point at graphs with stern looks, and wax elegantly about bottom-line, while my fingers twitch and my palms effuse sweat just above zero degrees. I'm thinking that I must be an idiot, because I am reminded of the urgency of every detail without being able to convey it's the truth, stupid. The managerial code is simple to describe but difficult to master: believe in your own hype, and let the one's under you filter it out, as long as the end justifies the means.

It's true that shit runs downhill, but so does wine, and so does water, so what does it mean? It's timing, man, all about timing, because it's better to be downhill when the cork is undone than when the shit hits the fan, and knowing this is but a part of the equation; it's recognizing shit from wine that's the real crux of the matter. So while your boss burps and farts, and bends and cracks and grins, and before you can count to ten does it all over again, you'd better get a rainsuit and wineglass, and slog away to the end of the day, and I hope there's someone at home for you that turns everything to wine, cures your lepers, and makes you smile, because that's YOUR solace, and that makes it all worthwhile.


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