Workaholics go to meetings
Author’s note
I’ve been asked what it was that inspired me to write this book in this particular, curious way. After all, this is a sad story that makes absolutely no attempt at showcasing any sort of happiness throughout my entire journey. The answer is quite simple: it is what it is. What’s the point of sugarcoating reality? Office politics are real, and lies, deceit, and self-interest drives most of it. Like little worker ants, we line up every morning either in the car on the highway, or in the train or bus. We come to work, to do some mundane job that most of us at the very minimum dislike. And while we’re expected to do our jobs with smiles and enthusiasm, the man is looking for ways to shortchange us, and each coworker is looking for a way to get ahead of you. This is our life as we know it today. We put on a face and push and shove everyone aside. But at the end of the day, we all go home, kick back and realize that deep down inside we really don’t give a f**k. This story is for every person that wants to go home the minute they arrive and for every player in this corporate game of conquest and domination. This book is for every job that sucks a little of your soul each day until you look in the mirror one day and realize that who you were no longer exists.
I hope you know that I can hang for this. It’s a tell-all. Or may be fabrication…hmm…
Jump into my world. I have to warn you, it ain’t pretty. In this world it seldom is.
I don’t know what I was thinking; putting this all together…I must be crazy. Hmm…
I’ve been asked what it was that inspired me to write this book in this particular, curious way. After all, this is a sad story that makes absolutely no attempt at showcasing any sort of happiness throughout my entire journey. The answer is quite simple: it is what it is. What’s the point of sugarcoating reality? Office politics are real, and lies, deceit, and self-interest drives most of it. Like little worker ants, we line up every morning either in the car on the highway, or in the train or bus. We come to work, to do some mundane job that most of us at the very minimum dislike. And while we’re expected to do our jobs with smiles and enthusiasm, the man is looking for ways to shortchange us, and each coworker is looking for a way to get ahead of you. This is our life as we know it today. We put on a face and push and shove everyone aside. But at the end of the day, we all go home, kick back and realize that deep down inside we really don’t give a f**k. This story is for every person that wants to go home the minute they arrive and for every player in this corporate game of conquest and domination. This book is for every job that sucks a little of your soul each day until you look in the mirror one day and realize that who you were no longer exists.
I hope you know that I can hang for this. It’s a tell-all. Or may be fabrication…hmm…
Jump into my world. I have to warn you, it ain’t pretty. In this world it seldom is.
I don’t know what I was thinking; putting this all together…I must be crazy. Hmm…
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