Senseless Work

I can't stand most modern work because it feels senseless.

We know over consumption is bad for us, it's bad for out health, and yet we do it anyways.

Forced to stand up straight and presentable to a room full of no one, just in case there ever is someone.

We know single use items are wasteful, but we won't stop, no matter what.

I'm expected to feel respect towards a room owned by a faceless, child slave using company. Don't they know where respect lies? How can I feel happy here?

Forced to take abuse that's senseless. I never hurt these people, but a normal response is a firable response. A rationable response is managed away.

A wedding is huge in our culture, a wedding for your parent ought to be humongous in emotional weight, but they'd rather a needlessly upset worker, who will hate you forever afterwards, and quit soon, then allow a day off, because there is no emotional logic allowed, despite having just as real an affect. You can't put emotions on the paper, you can never be fully sure you're faceless employee is telling the telling the truth, so no room will ever be given to the real lives that actually do the work. Who the work is meant for humans.

So little of the work we do is actually in service of ourselves, but for papers and number that don't need our care. So I feel sick and I job hop, because I'm being disregarded. I feel worn down doing work for no one. Doing work for paper and numbers.