Just something I hammered out yesterday.
Retail is evil. It practices it's black magic in hidden doorways of corporate offices.
It lures you in with the promise of advancement and opportunities in the big corporate world in a fictitious future, projected into starry eyes. Once you're in, it sucks out your soul. Slowly, over time, maybe days, maybe years, you become a lifeless husk with no aspirations, except to make it out alive. Then one day you wake up.
I want out!
I want my soul back!
I am a freaking person, not fodder!
Funny how those thoughts scream through my brain in what feels like the final hour. My hour of need, of desperation. The final countdown if you will.
I've had my soul stolen, and when I realized it was gone, I wanted it back.
Retail has used and abused me, like a battered spouse. It's told me I'm no good, no one will ever want me so I'd better not leave. There is no better place for me to stay. And I've let it.
But now, I'm fighting back, or at least I'm not being a victim of a broken system. I'm going to get out and learn that the world is not a bad place, that people are not all demanding jerks. Hell, I might even enjoy holidays again. Yeah right, we'll see about that.
It's times like this that you realize what your limits are. What you can take in the name of a paycheck that barely pays the rent.
It lures you in with the promise of advancement and opportunities in the big corporate world in a fictitious future, projected into starry eyes. Once you're in, it sucks out your soul. Slowly, over time, maybe days, maybe years, you become a lifeless husk with no aspirations, except to make it out alive. Then one day you wake up.
I want out!
I want my soul back!
I am a freaking person, not fodder!
Funny how those thoughts scream through my brain in what feels like the final hour. My hour of need, of desperation. The final countdown if you will.
I've had my soul stolen, and when I realized it was gone, I wanted it back.
Retail has used and abused me, like a battered spouse. It's told me I'm no good, no one will ever want me so I'd better not leave. There is no better place for me to stay. And I've let it.
But now, I'm fighting back, or at least I'm not being a victim of a broken system. I'm going to get out and learn that the world is not a bad place, that people are not all demanding jerks. Hell, I might even enjoy holidays again. Yeah right, we'll see about that.
It's times like this that you realize what your limits are. What you can take in the name of a paycheck that barely pays the rent.