Feeling a might bit better today, less delirious though bed ridden, which in itself has caused guilt for not being at work, hunched over the computer, sneezing and being miserable there. It is amazingly silly how quickly one becomes indoctrinated to the notion that no matter how poorly you are feeling, you have to get your little arse out of bed and back to work to become one with the corporate machine. Yes, we little cogs are quite good at feeling the pressure from the big gears. Making sure we clock in the appropriate hours, keeping hale and fit as to not miss a beat and clog up the well-greased machine that is cooperate America. They say we live a better life, they say our quality of life is greater then other nations. We have more, we live longer, and we earn more. But do we get to enjoy any of it? Pah I say to that ideology. Pah I say. Give me my coconut-laden beach, and hut by the sea any day. Give me my backpack, a map and places to see and I'll be content. The only problem is you got to get the money to get the coconuts.
Posted by munin at November 27, 2002 11:16 AM