Hello babies. I hope you all are doing well today, and if not, that’s okay too.
I fixate on movies and shows. A lot. Like everyone else I suppose. I’ll find a comfort series/movie and rewatch it 100x. I’ve just always loved stories. From the telenovelas I grew up watching to Don’t Worry Darling, storytelling has connected me with life and life lessons.
This time, I actually asked myself why I’ve latched onto this particular movie lately. A lot of the times I choose to watch something based on how it’ll make me feel or if it meets me where I’m at and I suppose, this time around it’s meeting me at: trapped. As a woman, as a citizen, and as a person.
Yes, today I’m going to rant ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Don’t Worry Darling: A Rant. A la Foamy the Squirrel. Sort of.
How am I not supposed to feel trapped, like the rest of America, when I’m forced to live under the thumb of corporate monsters? who hold zero accountability? zero humanity?
Corporate monsters rule the land and yet we all flock to them willingly because they hog the majority of our resources, especially jobs. I could get into how they bleed into and monopolize every part of our lives, but for now I’m sticking to venting about jobs – one of the resources we have least control over.
No one, no one in their right mind gives up their time, energy, and resources voluntarily everyday to get yelled at and abused on a daily basis. No, we sit in rush hour traffic, pay tolls, and use our very precious, expensive gas to make our way to these institutions to be underpaid because it at least reduces 35% of our monthly debt; so, basically our jobs earn us bill reward cashback points. It really is sad and infuriating, that we have no recourse but to subject ourselves to being told when we can eat, speak, go to the bathroom, or even cry in peace, but we can’t even afford half out rent. And to add to this bunch of sour grapes, we’re only told how and what to do unless we need help, because we’re only children until it’s inconvenient.
There’s beauty in control, there’s grace in symmetry.
It is in such an indentured servitude that I find myself in now, as I have before. And it’s always the same story… Shut my mouth. Follow orders without question. Turn a blind eye or deaf ear to any problem you encounter or witness. Only celebrate the company’s milestones, never highlight its failures. Bla bla bla and a bag of bullshit. And let’s not forget, smile. If you don’t conform you’re not a team player Nancy. I know you just got your ass handed to you on a platter, but please go over there and greet the customer. At a girl. There’s beauty in control, there’s grace in symmetry. Like in Victory, compliance and subjugation are praised and rewarded in corporations and speaking up is silenced and condemned. They tell you to fall in line with the tradeoff of allowing them to do all the thinking for you. At least you could drink your pain away in Victory.
Anyone who’s worked or is working in a corporation knows this to be true. Call me overdramatic, call me whatever you’d like, but after 20 or so years of working for corporate monsters, I know what I’m talking about. And I’m sick of it.
The problem is most companies are like this. Most institutions are like this. You are literally forced to work not for a company, but for a cult. A cult that indoctrinates you with the promise that it will take care of you, but before you even wear out your uniform, your welcome already is the moment you voice a difference of opinion or express a grievance. Immediately, they gaslight you into believing you’re the problem and into accepting their abuse, because if you don’t you’re weak and a victim. But that’s okay, because they compensate for this with favoritism and a bright side of perpetual toxicity to stunt your growth; so you can stay a mindless cog forever. Don’t cults at the minimum offer you a place to stay? I’m awfully sorry, but when I applied, I don’t remember signing a Sea Witch’s contract, so why am I being used and silenced?
And it doesn’t matter how much culty company branded socks you wear or how many boss’ asses you kiss, you’re still a cog in someone else’s stupid machine: you’re just a number. My Regional Manager actually made this announcement to me loud and clear when I met him last year and he told me he’d forget about me as soon as he left the building. This was said, ironically, to reconcile him having caught me making a mistake in front of him. Funny, he deemed it unimportant enough to forget about me and the mistake altogether, but found it important enough to share with my entire management team. Anyhow, I was petty about it and later caught him before he left and shook his hand and repeated my name but knowing his memory, he probably forgot that too. So go ahead and look goofy in your corporate swag, it’s just Shein prison accessories.
Dog eat dog for a machine that wouldn’t give them kibble if they were on their last leg.
What gets me though, more than these corporate monsters we’re all forced to work under, is that your own kind, your own co-prisoners don’t see this and can be worse to you than the machine itself. Seriously, it’s bad enough that most of these corporate monsters are out here hurting my country and the rest of the world, but on top of that I can’t even go to work for them in peace because they’ve found a way to turn us all against each other in a rat race neither of us will win. Ugh, it’s some Lord of the Flies BS because Susan, Dick, and Harry must always cave into petty gossip. They must continually hurt others to elevate their status because individualism over teamsmanship is the MO. Dog eat dog for a machine that wouldn’t give them kibble if they were on their last leg. So yay, I’m stuck with other prisoners biting at my ankles. Can’t even enjoy my sentence in solitary peace.
So here we are: all of us forced to work for and buy from companies that don’t give a shit about us with coworkers treating us even worse than the company itself, on their behalf. All because the economy is shittier than ever but the fridge doesn’t refill itself, yet (AI may take that job too.). But don’t forget to smile. 🙂
I can’t thank you enough 1%. Thank you for exacerbating what was an already flawed system to squeeze us drier than my phone on any given day. Can I get a bah humbug?
But I did find a way course correct from this pampered whining though. I remembered, that if a pedo, mothereffer of a man can run my country, why should I be surprised a-holes run free at work?
The unfortunate lot in our life, especially in the US at this particular time my friends, is this: most people suck. Families suck. Boyfriends suck. Girlfriends suck. Teachers suck. Coworkers suck. Bosses suck. Companies suck. Most everyone sucks. I know. But just because it’s challenging to lead an unselfish life while everyone is choking each other for the last bit of cheese, it doesn’t mean it’s impossible. Get off the hamster wheel for a minute. Care about something other than yourself. Please. It’s life-changing, I promise. There’s no way constantly gnawing at every person in your way can be the way. The truth of the matter is, if you truly try your best to be a good person everyday and don’t like most people you’re surrounded by, you’re probably a good person lol. Like Ron Swanson said to Leslie Knope, “you’re not [selfish], that’s why you don’t like [them].” But don’t let the bastards grind you down Offred, keep being kind in rebellion.
But honestly, I do find it sad that the reason most people we’re surrounded by suck is by choice. Just because they can’t get their life together. Just because their personal lives are so unsatisfactory, they don’t have the courage to be kind. Corporations, coworkers are all made up of people, so people are truly the ones hurting other people everyday; not entities. And for what? To fill their empty soul with external things when it’s internal fullness that they lack? I’m not just referring to corporations when I call them corporate monsters… This is why someone will literally punch someone over the last iPhone 100 on Black Friday.
I know it isn’t always easy speaking up, but I find it much worse to kneel.
Could everyone just please stop being a bunch of cowards? I know kindness takes bravery and confidence, but damn are you that unassured you have to step on others to feel okay? Let fear rule your life, for real. I mean know it isn’t always easy speaking up, but I find it much worse to kneel. I know from experience.
Have courage. Be yourself. Be kind Cinderella. Speak up productively when something is wrong, and please, please stop being an angry yes-man zombie terrorizing others for your own selfish gain Elon Musk. Take accountability for your life, for your actions, and stop blaming and hurting others for your unhappy life. Be happier so we can be. Once you hold yourself accountable for your own life and are ready to stand up for yourself, I promise you’ll stop treating others so unkindly. You’ll be brave enough to realize that we’re all in this together. You’ll see that when you bring your best self you bring out the best in others too. Free kindness begets more free kindness.
I, myself, grew tired of blaming family, friends, boyfriends, coworkers, and corporate monsters for my misery. I maybe trapped in a freakin Temu version of Victory filled with whispering househusbands and housewives run by a worse version of Frank, but I’m not going to continue watching some creepy black and white video of women performing acrobatics. I’m learning to surpass my learned fear of failing, so I can live. Companies, society and everyone has told us our entire lives how much of a long shot it is or how impossible it is lead a fulfilling life. Well, I call bull because I want to be free and I’ll be damned if I bow my head to a person/company/feeling any longer. I’ll continue applying, creating, and walking away from what doesn’t work until I find what does.
If people were actually happy like really happy, they’d have happy to share…
Every day isn’t easy for self-care but every day will be better from it. I just wish everyone would put in time for their inner work. Imagine if people actually spent some genuine time getting to know themselves and what makes them happy. I know we wouldn’t be surrounded by so many unhappy herbs making our life miserable. I just know it. If people were actually happy like really happy, they’d have happy to share, kindness to share, and bravery to share because they’d have something to stand on. Stand for. Themselves. And maybe not for some bogus company that exploits them for their labor or their money.
Once again, stand behind people Ryan. People. People will never go out of business. – Michael Scott
Anyhow, that’s my rant. I wish people would find a way to deal with themselves, so I don’t have to.
Please and thank you.
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