Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Confessions of a Wage Slave, I

If you work in America you are suicidal. It's as simple as that. Every gainfully employed person in this country longs for death, pines for it, only survives the day with a deep-down hope for that sweet and final release.

Don't believe me?

"I can't wait until lunch..."

"Is it five yet?"

"Thank god this week is over..."

"Oh, I wish this month would hurry up and end!"

Yes, every working American - especially in the office - is in love with death, the only end to the rat race. Why else would someone wish so strongly for the hours of their own precious life to speed by?

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