Just a quote that appeals:
"I generally love my job. You know what the great thing about being a comic is? I have no boss.
That's a definate lifestyle plus isn't it?.... Aren't bosses something?..... They're like gnats at a picnic man.... Get the fuck out of here buddy, it's just a job, doesn't mean a thing. I smoked a joint this morning, you're lucky I showed... My bed was like a womb man..."
Bill Hicks (10 years dead)
This is relevant since a friend of mine has recently had to sell himself into servitude to a pizza parlour in order to afford cultural artefacts and suchlike. They have stupid rules and make him wear a baseball cap, and he seems not to be terribly happy with this, being the vehement opposer of corporate hegemony he is. Still, it sums up his approach nicely. It's JUST A JOB, JUST MONEY, JUST STUFF. None of it matters, the only thing that matters is to be nice, have a good time, and find some decent human companionship on the lonely planet. In this case, there's a good noble reason for him to have to have a job, so he endures it, whilst always being conscious enough to resist the pull of corporate whoredom, the "extra shift" that becomes a regular commitment, the sales technique indoctrination (which is laughable, if you intone it right), the push into management and all that malarkey. No!
That's a definate lifestyle plus isn't it?.... Aren't bosses something?..... They're like gnats at a picnic man.... Get the fuck out of here buddy, it's just a job, doesn't mean a thing. I smoked a joint this morning, you're lucky I showed... My bed was like a womb man..."
Bill Hicks (10 years dead)
This is relevant since a friend of mine has recently had to sell himself into servitude to a pizza parlour in order to afford cultural artefacts and suchlike. They have stupid rules and make him wear a baseball cap, and he seems not to be terribly happy with this, being the vehement opposer of corporate hegemony he is. Still, it sums up his approach nicely. It's JUST A JOB, JUST MONEY, JUST STUFF. None of it matters, the only thing that matters is to be nice, have a good time, and find some decent human companionship on the lonely planet. In this case, there's a good noble reason for him to have to have a job, so he endures it, whilst always being conscious enough to resist the pull of corporate whoredom, the "extra shift" that becomes a regular commitment, the sales technique indoctrination (which is laughable, if you intone it right), the push into management and all that malarkey. No!