all around the world, every day, people live filler lives and one day they go to sleep for the last time and maybe they even get to wake up and lie to themselves that their life had some meaning, some use, some purpose and it wasn’t some horrible, pathetic, sick & cruel joke.
working your ass off with coworkers* who don’t care about you, (* = “people”)
working for bosses* and managers* who also don’t care about you,
working for clients who (surprise) also don’t care about you,
working for money so you can pay for health insurance that’s inextricably tied to your job so you might have a chance at surviving an illness or injury that might even stem from constant unrelenting stress or unsafe working conditions,
working for money so you can afford that car that works just enough to get you to and from your job that’s exponentially decreasing in value,
working for just enough car insurance that you can maybe fix your car if something happens (SOL if you can’t afford to fix your car bc your deductible is too high or if you’re upside down on your car loan and it’s got to be scrapped and considered unfixable and SOL if you have to fight to even get a shitty rental ((meaning yet another big ol SOL if that means missing work which then puts you behind on ALL your payments and bills)),
working to pay your rent or mortgage so you can hear your neighbors* shitty music until they too go numb enough to go to sleep,
working to maybe go out to eat once in a while so you can personally see how shitty it is to work in food service too,
working to buy your work uniform that is useless outside of work,
working to pay for your entertainment so you can watch people* act like they’re not just as dead inside or to read about fantasy worlds where you can escape for an hour or so before remembering you better set your 5 wake up alarms (for example 6:00, 6:15, 6:30, 6:45, 7:00 – better get your shit together so you’re not stuck in traffic!),
working to buy groceries that go bad after a day that will be thrown away in a dumpster,
working so you can buy toilet paper so you can wipe the stinky proof of your shitty existence from your sorry ass,
working so you can buy stupid things to distract yourself from the idea that life isn’t fair and that no one gets a free pass from some absurd pointless stress.
there’s always going to be someone ahead of you in the hamster wheel and always someone behind you? really? is that it?
when people say the same things all day every day depending on where they work and where you see them you understand it’s the same script,
title.
don’t let the door hit you on the way out or something? maybe it’s just me, and as i tell myself it’s just a job – go to work, do my job, go home – there are less and less times i am able to convince myself i really am helping people and that at some point i’m not just a replaceable cog for some asshole psychopath.
tldr?
i work in healthcare, it hurts and nothing is making this pain any better.