Just reading some article about the difficulties of working in a big company. How you’re pretty much faceless and decisions come down from someone who’s your boss but you’ve never even seen, let alone talked to and you can pretty much never question why, how or what. Hmm, that kind of sums up the military, come to think of it!
When I think about these types of things, I tend to wonder what ancient man used to do. I mean, in Sumeria, 1890 B.C., there weren’t exactly organizations like Yahoo or General Motors . . .
But having set foot in both worlds (working for a big company, working for myself) I can kind of tell that the former is just not natural. Ancient Man did not wake up to an ancient gong, did not put on his cloak and saddle up the horse, did not walk into a cave hungover and wanting to be anywhere but there, did not greet “the boss” with a tired “Hey what’s up!” and go check the work roster for the “jobs” he had to do today.
Nope, Ancient Man just didn’t do any of that. He woke up at around noon, looked at what remained in the grog bucket and scratched his ass while wondering what was going to be dinner.
His “wife” yelled at him about his lazy brother and he went outside the cave, scratched his ass some more, and then came back inside and lay back down under the bearskins. “No work for me today,” he said, filled his mug with grog and started whittling the cat.
See how that jibes a lot more with my preferred lifestyle?
And Ancient Man sure as fuck didn’t have to anticpate getting on a goddamn plane tonight and fly 5,000 miles back to Montreal.
But let’s hope that the captain of the plane will have done everything that I’ve just said, in the right order, uncomplainingly and most, most definitely, without a hangover.
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