There's so much one could say about their individual job; I believe the majority of us would have more complaint than praise. Maybe that's just me. For what it's worth, I did succeed in finding a job where the workforce was small; the culture was familial; and the focus was relationship building. "Wait!", you may be saying, "...this does not describe qualities one would subscribe to Ron; he's a sarcastic, anti-social, nihilist..." This is not entirely inaccurate. I also don't want to work in an environment of a dozen me - because that sounds miserable, unprofitable, and doomed to fail. So...
I'm not entirely keen on my mentor, but since the eruption, we've been ignoring the differences and focusing on the positives of our approach to our roles and our ability to coordinate. I've shared more than a healthy share on how this relationship has at times been toxic and devastating to my work/life balance.
One relationship specifically that I've struggled to see eye to eye with are sales people. They are the darlings of any company, and are far less concerned than I about lighting matches on incendiary bridges. Their talents are transportable, and ass-kissing is the preferred salutation they expect. Those who support their endeavors; constructing the wish dreams they've sold upon pedestals of unyielding rewards and inconsequence tend to be "lesser human" and our "lack of money" is at root of our "bitterness and stupidity". We are identifiable by clothes of comfort, and cars that can be repaired by more than 10 people in the world. It is our bones from which the pedestals are constructed... while essential, so are cockroaches for a harmonious and natural state. Don't think of it as classism... it's a simple have/have not mode of life choices. The trickle... it trickles down off one large precipice where the 99.98% of us gather to rob, murder, manipulate and intoxicate ourselves in relentless fashion for.
Did I come here this evening to vouchsafe a bunch of liberal talking points? No... it really doesn't matter. We cannot change because caring en masse must be vilified and subjugated to lazy stereotypes, and racial biases. Our love of humanity beckons no further than our own hands. You must die if you cannot afford medicine; you must starve if your cannot eat; you must be raped, tortured, murdered because you are not white-enough to be here; you cannot give love because you love another of your gender. This is our American identity... step after step of hateful and isolating rhetoric in defense of our Christian heritage. The hypocrisy of who we are as a nation is so rampant, that facts are arbitrary, and lies are words without context. We enflame and turn blind eyes to hate, and murder; take those who love and burn them in courtyards. We are a people sick with hate, oblivious to our own suffering in an effort to make the world as dark a place as we believe our own reality to be. Jesus does not bring light - he brings condemnation and judgment.
People like to remind us, this is a minority. Maybe it is, but not by much. The only evidence one needs of this is a cartoonish idiot that leads a cult of followers to horrendous acts of violence. They attempted to overthrow our government in an effort to protect our democracy. That in and of itself incapsulates the idiocy and hypocrisy of this time.
Anyway, here I am. I had a bad day. All I wanted to do was finish a fucking project that has been drawn out for weeks. For the fifth... sixth time (who's counting anymore) - I asked the sales rep for the fucking data I needed to finish the project, and instead, I got talked in circles for 10 minutes. Gaslighting me about agreed upon parameters, followed by empty promises and sprinkles of everyone else blaming. This person is my age, so they know better than to put their incomprehensible stupidity into an email - they pick up the phone after every email I send detailing the phone call we just had. Because idiots deserve to be quoted correctly. Don't thank me, thank the dumbass that suggested injecting bleach and swallowing florescent lights. I want to make sure I get your assertions succinctly correct.
By the end of the day, I had decided that the project was only going to be finished if I threw half of it in the trash. So, I did that. Who's idea was that? Sales person's of course, because "as I guess you don't remember, I suggested doing..." a half-ass, piss-poor "...job from the beginning." If only I had money, I would understand "path of least resistance and the hell with rules and consistency and quality product". Yeah... that was my day.
Listening to: "After Dinner... Arsenic"
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