Woke up early thanks to time change and, as I’d actually slept an okay amount, tried going in early. The earlier I’m here the more I get sunlight in the afternoon free of this place.
It’s hard *not* to overreact and say this place is the World Eater, Nidhoggr, the end of dreams (it isn’t; it merely sucks). I also think that feeling your coworkers are damn nigh a separate species and you have nothing emotionally in common, is what Marx was talking about as alienation.
Having them chat about their stuff on the other side of the cubicle, loud enough The Pillows in headphones doesn’t do anything, is not helping with the alienation! Gotta remember my friends are out there, so’s a whole world of not-this.
@Leucrotta May your ship with eight sails
And with fifty cannons
Fire upon the town.
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