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We live in a world of things, and our only connection with them is that we know how to manipulate or to consume them.


So it is Theme Thursday again, and when this post appears I shall be sitting at the desk I have photographed above wishing that I was anywhere but here. The theme then, is apt: VACATION. The trouble - of course - is that what I really need is a permanent and everlasting and everlasting one!

Two weeks is not enough. Hell, two YEARS is not enough. I want to retire right now!

You see, my problem is a familiar tale: I've become alienated from my Gattungswesen. It turns out that Marx was right! I can never truly become an autonomous, self-realised human being, except the way that the bourgeois want me - the worker bee - to be realised. Moreover, I don't blame the capitalist, not at all. My J'accuse! is firmly pointed in the direction of the sort of do nothing do gooders who not only tolerate, but perpetuate mediocrity in their monotonous, wretched and insipid insistence that ‘merit’ equals ‘time served’.

I'm jammed stuck inside this stahlhartes Gehäuse - which, incidentally is not an iron cage - but to be frank it damn sure feels like one right now!

I don't want to interface with stakeholders. You can stick your predictors of beaconicity where you first noticed your slippage (oooh er missus), and I honestly do hope that the throughput is a holistic experience for you, because I need a break. One doesn't action, task or enable a person in the real world, the paradigm is dead brother so move on.

If anyone is looking for me, I am the one in the toilet, crying...

Comments

Brian Miller said…
lol. love it and feel your pain. not really. i need a job more than i need a vacation right now... but great post!

and watch the throughput there buddy... : )
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, it's the terrible thing though, isn't it? Having a job can be horrible and awful and soul destroying, yet having no job can be worse!
Roddy said…
Wow, a tidy desk. Looks nothing like the one you have at home.
My son you only have thirty more years, now that the Government has given us the right to work until 67.
Think of your father, he has already put in 44 years. That isn't counting the years as a paperboy nor cleaner after school. Bite the bullet.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, while suicide is indeed an option, I do have two young sons to think of...
Tash said…
Nothing that a bit of velocity and restructuring with a little aggressive pursuit of excellence won't fix.
Like the pics of the kiddies and you've got a WINDOW!!!
Tash said…
PS - did you post the big hand/little hand shot before? It's adorable.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I have two windows!

But a rotten job...
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I posted that photo soon after Ez was born, and you can find it
right here!
padraig said…
There's always work.
Kris McCracken said…
Padraig, don't rub it in! ;)
Ronda Laveen said…
I like work just fine but I'll see your Death to the Paradigm and raise you TOO.
stromsjo said…
You forgot to mention that the emergence of global synergy leverages a coherent growth alignment! ;)

I have a vague feeling that you need to get away for a while?
Bruno said…
here's 2 options:

1. they always need more interviewers for the IDRS, or,
2. you could always finish the thesis.
yamini said…
Nice Thursday theme and damn nice vocabulary. But tell me, are you seriously trying to show off or is this a way of intimidating us??

:-))

Ur desk looks nice in a photograph, just like mine looks when i am sharing it with friends. But when one has to sit at it and, WORK, that is when it becomes really painful...

But you are again right, having no job is worse than having a job that one hates.
Sue said…
Seriously, Roddy...when were you a cleaner after school??? Was that before or after you walked barefoot in the snow without shoes for fifty miles...????
Anonymous said…
"preditors of beaconicity"...nice! I so did not want to return to the drudgery. Your pain is felt far and wide!
Wings1295 said…
Ah, too many feel so much like you do. You are not alone.
There is always room for C.Marx! why didn't I think of 'the manifest'?

xoxo
Sandra Leigh said…
Yep. Definitely time for a vacation.
Baino said…
Aww here's a tissue! At least your employed! Why do people talk like that, what's wrong with calling a spade a bloody shovel! Can't stand the pretention of boardroomspeak.
Jaime said…
i could use a vacation too.
The Silver Fox said…
"Having a job can be horrible and awful and soul destroying, yet having no job can be worse!"

As much as I enjoyed the post itself, I think I liked this line even more!
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, I’m all in!
Kris McCracken said…
Per, there is no away!
Kris McCracken said…
Bruno, aren’t you voodoo headshrinkers supposed to help?!?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I’ve spent many a year mulling the work of Marx and other German philosophers, I can’t help it!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he told me that he was only ever give broken glass for breakfast…
Kris McCracken said…
subtorp77, it is a cruel world out there.
Kris McCracken said…
Wings, Georges Bataille was wrong?!?
Kris McCracken said…
Marianna, I’m an Engels man, myself.
Kris McCracken said…
Sandra, babies are not suitable holiday companions.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, they talk like that to try and hide the fact that they have nothing to say and contribute nothing to addressing problems.
Kris McCracken said…
Jaime, it must be catching!
Kris McCracken said…
The Silver Fox, as I said before, it is a cruel irony.
Hi! Kris,
"I can never truly become an autonomous, self-realised human being, except the way that the bourgeois want me - the worker bee..."Your quote above kind of, reminds me of the something that the character in author George Orwell's novel 1984 would probably say...
hmmm...a very interesting TT post...Thanks, for sharing!

DeeDee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I'm echoing Marx there. My angle is very much like the Frankfurt School of Neo-Marxists, only it isn't the immediate post-war period, and I'm not German OR Jewish.

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