Passing by the gates of Eden
Workin' 9 to 5,
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
- Dolly Parton -
Isn't it funny?
Well no, it's not really.
But six months ago I quit work because it's a drag.
I mean: You get up in the morning to work eight hours a day to make someone else richer than yourself, come home, watch shite on the television, listen to some CD's, chat online to people you're glad you don't have to smell, go to bed and then get up the next morning to do exactly the same just to keep this life-style up and running!
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
- Sam Cooke -
It's boring and it's mundane!
And, now, after giving everything I owned away to various lost causes, I'm now back in work again.
It's like I've come full circle or something. It seems I'm caught in a loophole of vicious circleness and no matter what I try I'm doomed to slave labour for the rest of eternity!
Needless to say, but I'll say it anyways, IT SUCKS!
I knew I would have to work, but I just wanted to work three days a week and get by. But nobody wants to employ a 35 year old for three days a week.
Bookshops, cinemas, restaurants, pubs...they all find excuses for turning you down. It's unhealthy for a man to work less than 40 hours a week! They don't want you having time to spare!
Hell no! That would give you too much time on your hands to get up to mischieve like writing a story, doing something creative, starting a revolution or masturbating.
THAT WILL NEVER DO!!
You have to work five days a week! It's a must! If you don't then you're an out-cast...and our employers want as few of these degenerates around as possible.
You just go out and work, be a good boy and buy a fucking Dolby Surround system!!! That is OBVIOUSLY what life is all about. Isn't it? Isn't it?
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Bring me little water now
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Every little once in a while
Don't you hear me callin'
Don't you hear me now
Don't you hear me callin'
Every little once in a while
- Leadbelly -
So, am I back to square one?
Hell no I'm not!
I'm now working longer hours for less money! How's that for progression?
I'm not even working 9 to 5 as Dolly suggests, I'm officially working 9 to 6 with two hours a day public transport added on...making it a grand total of 11 hours of hell a day!!! To do what? Fuck only knows.
At least I'll be able to buy a car, buy a stereo, buy a computer, buy a shirt, buy CD's, buy DVD's, buy a TV, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy and buy!
And then die.
Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.
End of the day, factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy,somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
- Bruce Springsteen -
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
- Dolly Parton -
Isn't it funny?
Well no, it's not really.
But six months ago I quit work because it's a drag.
I mean: You get up in the morning to work eight hours a day to make someone else richer than yourself, come home, watch shite on the television, listen to some CD's, chat online to people you're glad you don't have to smell, go to bed and then get up the next morning to do exactly the same just to keep this life-style up and running!
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
- Sam Cooke -
It's boring and it's mundane!
And, now, after giving everything I owned away to various lost causes, I'm now back in work again.
It's like I've come full circle or something. It seems I'm caught in a loophole of vicious circleness and no matter what I try I'm doomed to slave labour for the rest of eternity!
Needless to say, but I'll say it anyways, IT SUCKS!
I knew I would have to work, but I just wanted to work three days a week and get by. But nobody wants to employ a 35 year old for three days a week.
Bookshops, cinemas, restaurants, pubs...they all find excuses for turning you down. It's unhealthy for a man to work less than 40 hours a week! They don't want you having time to spare!
Hell no! That would give you too much time on your hands to get up to mischieve like writing a story, doing something creative, starting a revolution or masturbating.
THAT WILL NEVER DO!!
You have to work five days a week! It's a must! If you don't then you're an out-cast...and our employers want as few of these degenerates around as possible.
You just go out and work, be a good boy and buy a fucking Dolby Surround system!!! That is OBVIOUSLY what life is all about. Isn't it? Isn't it?
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Bring me little water now
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Every little once in a while
Don't you hear me callin'
Don't you hear me now
Don't you hear me callin'
Every little once in a while
- Leadbelly -
So, am I back to square one?
Hell no I'm not!
I'm now working longer hours for less money! How's that for progression?
I'm not even working 9 to 5 as Dolly suggests, I'm officially working 9 to 6 with two hours a day public transport added on...making it a grand total of 11 hours of hell a day!!! To do what? Fuck only knows.
At least I'll be able to buy a car, buy a stereo, buy a computer, buy a shirt, buy CD's, buy DVD's, buy a TV, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy and buy!
And then die.
Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.
End of the day, factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy,somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
- Bruce Springsteen -
posted by Mark at 10:44 AM
5 Comments:
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
And what exactly do you have against Dolby surround sound systems?
As for the commute ... why not move closer? Have you actually become attached to your flea-ridden environment?
ahh young padowan , your seeing only your limits and not your options !
much you still have to learn :)
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