Monday Moaning: Prostituting Life!
I am lost for words, I truly am.
What is going on in with this world, or country? How come I feel like I am a whore selling my body just so that I can do some groceries and pay the rent. Should I get down on my knees and suck cock to get promotion and free ass fucks up the ladder, so I will have less rent to pay or at least no more rising bills.
There are things I love doing, I don’t mind doing and things that need to be done. Working is one of the latter, as we need to pay the bills. We get hired for our services and come home with a pay check. Well that is how it was. No more set hours and work your ass off and maybe get paid.
Services that held some good work ethics, where you did you best all the time and with a smile changed over the years. Colleagues fuck each other up for promotion or to look better and get rid of competition. If one has a good work ethic they would be sabotaged as the set regime of co-workers think you work to much and makes them look bad.
If you happen to be one of the lazy asses good change is that the boss will whip your ass and have you work harder longer for less pay.
The whole ethic between boss and worker has become a game of dominance. You either work maybe get paid or else you can just go and not get paid at all. Sure enough this matter is different with each company. But since when do I need to work with a chance of pay, instead of work with pay. How come they can force me to stay hours in a cubicle while showing the resignation papers instead of a little extra money for the effort?
My life has turned into a daily struggle where I sell my body for that crappy pay. But it is either that or nothing at all. Being violated to the core I feel my work ethics crumble and becoming corrupted.
I seriously loved to work as it gave me a chance to learn as well, being out and about. I never thought bad about working, and would do extra because I enjoyed it. That I go some extra from it is a bonus. Now I feel forced, strangled to perform above best for a normal pay.
Our lives all bend over for money. Everything we do is for money. We prostituting our lives for money. And we even think it is normal.
There is hardly any ethics or morals on he working floor, as it became a battlefield with each fighting for their own. Times gone were about bringing a company up to respectable stature and have some pride in achievements and get a little extra pay. Now we race to the top in a rat race of filthy tricks and cheap workers for a quick and easy money that goes to the boss. Like dogs we get left behind on the side of the street while he rides of in an expensive car.
And you should be happy to have just about enough for rent, while your washing machine is breaking down.
Internet has given opportunities for quick rising shops, but not all can become big. And the big ones do not always pay well.
Hours are screwed up but there is nothing I can do. Sometimes I would wish to only work nights, but I am not allowed. It is the generalization of everybody.
To think that we all want to be unique and think we all have different needs. When it is work related, the lowest class is considered to be all alike. And rules are set up for that as well. And just when you want to be different, when you truly feel at your best and can be the best for a company, you are not allowed to. Instead they can work you on different hours and screw up your internal clock.
SO like the whore I am supposed to be to the working society I have to roll down on my back and shut the fuck up. Kind of screwed up thinking or is this the kind of world we want to create. Where people will eagerly bent over to get fucked up the ass foe some money. All the while doing their job.
I never felt so bad in my life. Sure I have dealt with crappy bosses and got wiser as I grew older. But before that I was there doing my job to my fullest and best ability without moping. Because I know if the company flourishes I can retain my job.
Though now whether flourishing or not, your job is never secure, with people ready to screw you over and take your spot. Or clear your spot when you are not compliant to get fucked over by your boss.
Welcome to the world of prostitutes and the greedy pimps who control or lives.
Like always when I am ranting I may not always make a lot of sense or jumble up my thoughts. Either way we may not have sold our soul to the devil, cut the strings from God we sure as do sell ourselves out for money of which we can or never seem to have enough of. Closing the circle of what w call life. Work sleep eat and do over.
PS. I am behind on watching Anime, something never happened before. I am more outside than online to relax. Life is changing and right now I am not sure I is for the better.
PPS. This is not a dig to the occupation of prostitute. For one I believe they are necessary for a society. That said. It never should be forced upon someone.
Why is it that the things we love doing are NEVER the things that pay the bills?