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[postrodent]

In my working life, what there is of it, I feel as if I am polishing the gingerbready decorations of an enormous and Byzantinely complex skyscraper... while ninety floors below, floodwaters and barbarians chip constantly away at its foundations. Sometimes it's more like I'm selling hamburgers to the barbarians, but usually I'm doing something relatively harmless but utterly irrelevant. I think most of my friends have felt this way. Some of them are doing the dirtier and more difficult jobs, like collecting trash, but it's still basically the same deal.

Personally, I would give a lot to not have to feel that way.