A machine can break down mechanically, but can it break down emotionally, mentally, and spiritually?
I can, and I have. Every day, a little piece of me dies. Could a machine say the same?
I've worked at this unventilated shit-prison 12 hours a day for nearly 25 years. I have developed no skills other than that of silently counting down the minutes of each workday while cursing my misfortune.
No matter what else they take from me, my utter and total hatred of this nightmarish fish-stick factory will always be mine. After all, isn't that what makes us truly human?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
No Machine Can Do My Job As Resentfully As I Can
indeed!
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