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Sunday, February 20, 2011

One thing I had always hated about having a job and being a functioning member of society, was the constant lying.

Hearing people speak of their seemingly endless supply of stupid just made me want to scream. At the very least I wanted to explain to them why what they were saying was wrong! The all too familiar sting of silence emerges victorious over reason, truth, logic and other silly unimportant things when dealing with anyone while you are a slave to an organization.

I have even had my share of suffering through life stories and prophetic religious diatribes all while smiling and nodding my head in the name of public relations.

Even amongst coworkers who could never seem to understand that a passing hello in a hallway did not, a good friend make. We may have shared an office building for 8 hours a day but that does not mean I like you or care about your opinion. I smile and listen because I want the work day to pass as quickly as possible so I can get away from you and surround myself with the things I really care about. I only appear to share interests with you because when you speak of your weekend gospel club the only thing keeping me from hysterical laughter, belittling your beliefs and educating you of your foolishness is my desire to maintain a steady income and a shared lunchroom which measures about 6 ft across and frozen tundra like conditions preventing me from eating elsewhere.

That happy mask made me sick to my stomach.
The one good thing about disability and being removed from the workforce, is no more lies.

7 comments:

  1. I dont think I could handle working in a place where I have zero people I can truly hangout with. Is there really no one?

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  2. Yeah, having no one to hang out with would be a drag. Time to find a new job. New follower

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  3. work is work better not to hang out with anyone.

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  4. Eh, how do you know they aren't doing the same to you? I'm sure I seem mindless, only because I assume the people I'm around are and just maybe I should get good at fitting in. ha

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  5. Just a reminder, I am dying. I was put out on permanent disability. I no longer have a job. This article was about what I do NOT miss about working. Yes, their were some exceptions but they were few and far between.

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  6. Sorry, that should be "there" not "their"

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  7. It's a struggle dealing with people on a daily basis, especially those that we have a hard time connecting with intellectually. I understand it completely, and it gets harder as time goes on.

    I'm sorry to hear that you're dying. I hope that in the time you have left you can find something fulfilling and enjoyable with people that you appreciate and who can appreciate you.

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