The Brain Dump

8-21-24

Work Sucks

Here I am with another cliche piece about something that millions of other people have already driven into the ground. In my defense, this just happens to be what's on my mind at the moment. It's nothing exciting or anything, but I feel like work and disliking it is another common human thing that we all share, more or less. I know there are people out there who love their jobs and are excited to go to work every day. To those people, I say: GTFO. People who love their jobs just remind the rest of us how hard it is to have to throw countless hours upon the altar of capitalism just to go home and nurse our mental wounds in order to get kicked in the dick for yet another day.

Suffering With Purpose

Anyone who says work gives people a sense of purpose is full of shit. Personally, I find that people tend to drive themselves towards things kind of naturally. I'm sure there are exceptions, but my monkey brain is too concerned with what's going on in its little world than to try to look outside and realize that my situation is not unique and unworthy of mention. What I am going to be concerned with is how it seems like work gives people's lives meaning. I don't personally feel like I'm making the world a better place or anything. I'm just another drone in the service industry working for thankless and sometimes rude people who I would never associate with if I weren't being forced to engage with them so I can continue to enjoy my favorite hobbies of eating, clothing myself, and living in a place where I don't have to worry about losing all my stuff in a rainstorm. I've never asked, but I often wonder what those type of people do. I mean, doctors I can understand, but I'm sure even that job has its limits. Hell, there are shows about how the kind of crazy bullshit medical professionals have to put up with. However, unlike my customer service job, medical professionals actually do something that make the world a better place.

Training for the Rat Race

I loathe the fact that we do not live in a world where we learn for the enjoyment of better understanding the world we live in. Why do we go to school? So we can be better little drones for the man. High school students now seem to be training to pass stupid tests from a private corporation known as College Board that have somehow become an educational staple, as opposed to learning for the joy & discovery of it. Of course, not everyone who went to school enjoyed it, but once you got into college, you'd think that people would be going to school because they want to pursue greater knowledge of the world. Well, yes and no. I've met tons of people going to college to get a higher education, but none of them said that they did it for anything more than to make sure that they can live the kind of lifestyle they want when they're in the professional world. So from pre-K to post-grad, I'd wager that the majority of the population is simply getting educated to survive. There are Boomers who know not even half of what even generation X kids do and have had the intellectual curiosity of a fence post their entire lives, yet seem to be surviving better than their infinitely more educated & competitive environment. What's that all add up to? We're not educating to understand, we're merely just doing the equivalent of vocational training to make sure we don't starve to death through no fault of our own in one of the "greatest countries in the world."

Existence Is Futile

The takeaway from this little mindless rant is this: yes, I hate having to get an education in order to simply go beyond minimal existence. If we're in such a great goddamn industrialized nation, then we should be half way to Star Trek by now. If there's supposed to be dignity in work, then maybe the fuckwits who force us to work should've figured out some way for us peons to live a life of moderate dignity on a single job's salary. Not all of us get the luxury of being able to do what we really want to in life. Fuck life. Life would be so cool if life didn't get in the way of living it. I would love to work in a job I find actually fulfilling in both mind and wallet. This is where I'd say something stupid and snarky like "Is that too much to ask?", but I know better than to say that because the answer is clearly "yes, it is." Now get back to work you fucking ditch digging schlub. Get yourself some coffee and satisfy all those ceaselessly needy pricks you call customers.

Lastly, I leave you with some actual wisdom: the boss makes a dollar when you make a dime; make sure you always shit on company time.