Office doth harm to one's wit.
My daily routines include for instance going to the loo fairly often, for the simple reason that I drink so much water and coffee during the day and we all know how them liquids go through one's body so. I go to the toilet to do what I need but I also amuse myself by making funny faces in front of a mirror; there's so much fatty skin on my face that my face does indeed stretch into quite amusing formations. Sometimes I have to wash my fringe in the sink. It gets really dirty really quickly, just the fringe, it might have something to do with the coconut oil I use for my face, regardless of the reason, the end result is that I need to wash my fringe in the sink and dry it under a hand-dryer. That's fine. Then I read the news and learn new things. The other day, for instance, I came to know that elephants actually comfort each other. If an elephant is upset or anxious, its peers gather around it and hug each other with their trunks. If that is not adorable, then nothing is and I'll leave this planet immediately. Yesterday I searched for Tobey Maguire gifs as a joke to forward to someone who detests him, because I'm just that funny, although the task was not too pleasant for me either, I don't have anything against him, he's a fine Spiderman but his crying face is not exactly pretty. Tom Hiddleston's face, on the other hand, is always pretty, and I would not be surprised at all if he turned out to be some kind of Saviour or Messiah that some religious peeps have been waiting for some time now. All day long, I've been rolling back, forth, and around on my chair, mostly because it has them little wheels which are annoying if something gets caught in them but rest of the time are good fun. After completing said activities and doing some actual work as well if it's a good day, it is probably time to pee again.
Undeniably, I have perfected the art of copying and pasting by now, certainly. I have also learned that lying in job interviews about knowing how to use Excel is not recommended as it does bear consequences. They may, indeed, make you use Excel and after that, email your efforts to about fifteen hundred people. Oh come on, I was thinking during the job interview, of course I know how to use email. I mean, seriously, like, you know, who doesn't.
To my great disgrace, I must confess that I spent half an hour attaching the laborious Excel table in the effing email.
Eight hours a day, staring at the arbitrary messes of meanings that flash before your eyes screen after screen after screen. Your only comfort being the owls of different shades of pink staring at you from your mug, which you had to buy (in Penneys, where else would you go) because you needed a reminder of what you truly are, not a corporate slave plugged in your computer, but a pink owl, unique ball of beaky wisdom, a little feathery snowflake.
You
truly can feel the desperation spread across the world, it's curled up
in the corners of multinational emails, it's hiding in between of the
lines in purchase orders PDF, it's in the undertones of
good-mornings and see-you-tomorrows.
Makes you, or makes me, to say the least, wonder how did we come to this. As a society, a structured version of humanity, where people have been diminished into mailing lists and basic human needs are covered under layers and layers and layers of complicated tables, charts, calculations, and abbreviations. Somehow we need to do all this so that we can go home in the evening, buy our daily pasta and pumpkin seeds, feed our loved ones and ourselves.
I do understand the harsh realities of the word, yes, thank you for asking. We may not always choose what we do and things could very well be a lot worse. But is this all really worth it, and what it even is? The guaranteed continuity of our current level of being, perhaps?
Suppose you could add sarcastically something along the lines of what do I know, I am doing these only for a couple months before the joyful days of university commence again in September.
In the end, we make it what it is, do we not? These sort of complicated institutions exist for the simply reason that we have created them to more efficiently satisfy our own needs, well, wants I believe is a more accurate term here. I think Rousseau, who longed back to the nature, did not actually plan on physically going back to the nature, abandoning the modern devices and returning to the state of cave-dwelling. That would be just silly. What he truly meant, I never learned when I took one module in modern philosophy last year. Nonetheless, he may have been onto something: maybe there's a link between things getting very complicated in the modern society and people becoming too picky and bitchy. Simply put, my interpretation of the matter is that they're merely frustrated because they are trapped forty hours a week in their tiny cubes and cubicles; a vicious circle of continued and forwarded misfortune. And to think that Rousseau's time was some 300 years before ours, my heavens what he would've thought of today's world!
Office workers of all countries, unite! To the revolution! Let us build fancy robots who will free us from office labour and allow us to pursue our artistic, creative, humanistic, and altruistic tendencies until we end up overruled by the robots, in which case I promise to assist in the resistance movement according to my best abilities although I doubt I won't be very competent in robot-fighting but since this was kind of my idea, I suppose I ought to help out.
