Corporate Bullshit

The corporate structure a city with rules of its own.. Company policies serve as the commandments to the foundations of stress.

The CEO the mighty god with HR being his or her noble disciples. enter the foyer into purgatory before the lifts take you up to enter through the not so pearly gates which await for you.

At last your fortress appears.. A messy desk a creaky chair and lack luster personal computer.. all sorts of food crumbs and dead skin cells between the keys of your 2007 logitech keyboard, and a photo of somewhere you much rather be on your computer screen.

A tap on the shoulder for being 2 minutes late by a senior colleague.. A smile and a friendly greeting for the later arrival of the manager which enters in exactly 18 minutes after.. Separate set of rules for thy disciples.

Invisible ladders which you are told subliminally to climb lead to no where.. Copious shit stained noses about.. grab a wet wipe!

The people who would not look at you once on the street greet you several times a day, passing in the hallways or in the bathroom, "Good Morning" "Good afternoon" ...

I say Good riddance you pest's, bugger off.. Let me urinate in peace.