your life as a drone

you are slowly rotting away in a job you hate.

11 hours a day spent at work, or getting ready for work, or getting to and from work, and of course inculding your mandatory lunch hour. doing this routine 5 days a week, 50 weeks a year, you're too tired to do anything but stare at a tv eating junk food or staring at a computer checking e-mail, that you become a glutonous slob. you have only 2 weeks of vacation time a year, so you try to maximize the amount of pre-packaged fun into it, and refuse to have a bad time, that it actually becomes a stressful situation. you loathe the fact that after the first week away, you start thinking about work again, and start getting depressed because that inevitable day of going back to work is nearing. then you start the cycle again for another 50 straight weeks.

and for what?
to accumulate more and more stuff as part of our mass consumption society.
so you work more and more and more for more and more stuff, and never have any time to enjoy life or the wasteful mindless things you've accumulated, that you can't even remember why you wanted that crap in the first place.
and then you get old and have got nothing to show for it but a garage full of crap you don't use. and since you had no time to exercise or get off of your ass after all those decades sitting in a cubicle, welcome to retirement as an overweight, diabetic, heart palpitating, slow moving low energy sloth. now you can take that beach vacation you've always saved up for!

if you want to extend your jail sentence as a productive member of society, keep on spending and keep on working.