There is a reason why I don't write about my profession- though I love it- I hate it.
I hate the people who comprise it- though the work per se is fairly engaging.
Talk about obsessive, moody - self absorbed , arrogant, nutcases who on the slightest of opportunities won't forget to remind of every conceivable pain they are capable of... it's like living in a constant flux .
Good Doggie - here is a biscuit! Bad Doggie - you will be whipped!
I hate the moralities, the touchiness - the very human aspect of the profession.... and to think that human ate better than machines! Bull S&?t.
The profession infuses you with servility - and what's the point of servility ? To all the ridiculous servility we vomit against our will to those in places that determine our wages- how different are we to the slaves?
I had a ridiculously traumatizing day- and no one will give a f$&k about what I feel or if I will ever rest . No one- pride is such a overwhelming emotion it blacks out very bit of sane / rationality you could other wise possess.
My profession is my dragon that slays me every day.. I live only to die again tomorrow.
Torment Tomorrow .
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