Out of Bondage!

Today I am a free man.

Ten and a half years of forcing myself to eat shit, of tolerating unprofessional behavior while gritting my teeth, of having to work with some of the worst retards I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet, of having to jump through hoops of fire just to do my job, of forcing myself to turn away while gross injustice was being committed; yes, ten fucking years of near coronaries have finally come to an end.

Yayyy!

I’m out of bondage.

Ten years ago, I consoled myself “This too shall pass.”

It has passed.

For ten long years I felt as if someone had stolen my TV’s remote control and was hiding somewhere outside my house and fucking with me by furiously changing the channels each time I settled down to watch TV.

Thank goodness this nightmare is now over.

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!

Thanks, Martin Luther King!

What a relief!

I have no regrets moving on. In the ten years that passed, I count few true friends along the way. The corporate culture was such that nobody could be trusted – it was a culture where your bosses are more interested in covering their own butts, good at preserving their own jobs, good at ticking all the boxes of the cumbersome internal bureaucratic processes and approval chains and good at keeping out of trouble by preparing useless reports for upward consumption; it is a culture where those who prostitute themselves and their morals are rewarded with top jobs and plum postings.

I wonder how I lasted that long without losing my sanity, especially having to work with so many retards.

Was it the money that kept me going for ten long years?

Nah, I am independently wealthy – the 50-thousand-dollar watches, the thousand-dollar Dunhill pipes, the hundred-dollar Cuban cigars, the private island, the vineyard, and that three-thousand-dollar truffle lunch, nope they didn’t come from money earned at the circus.

And now onto second half significance!

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