Everyday I put on my corporate slave suit and work my bollocks off for ‘the company’.
Its thankless work
Shareholders of all shapes and sizes gnawing at my flesh, demanding more.
Its never enough.
So I double up my efforts, get organised, do lists tick off lists. 20000 steps today, marching up, down and around. I come in early, work a weekend. Keep smiling through the daily batterings of all hosts of ‘customers’. This isn’t ‘serving people’, this is abuse.
And then who gets the benefit? Not me.
What do I get in return? Let’s be fair about this, I get enough money to survive, not nearly enough to thrive. I get a company ‘matched’ pension scheme, and a car allowance.
Im an adult with adult needs, but my new ‘parents’ give me pocket money enough to make me feel that I’m doing ok.
I’m a free human. A smart, kind, loving individual. Not a slave, yet I let a greedy corporation dictate to me what time I wake up in the morning, what time I eat, when I see my family etc.
Im exchanging my time and energy for enough money to get by.
There has to be a better way. . .
I’ve always accepted this reality under the haze of alcohol, but now I’m awake. And I don’t like it. I’m worth more than this. We all are.
Somehow, someway…….. I’m out.
Onwards and Upwards 🙂