F*CK OFF

We come into this world soiling ourselves and rest under that same shitty soil once the lights go out for good.

When you see me, do not ask me, "What do you do for a living?" I exist in my mortal shell for the time being, nothing more, nothing less.

Careers come & go. Money is earnt, money is spent. Love is gained and love is lost. Once was young, now is old. Obtain my drift.

No one cares what you do for a living, no one gives a flying fuck how your day was, and if you beg to differ, I suggest you have a hard, long look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if you are wrong.

You could tell me I am right, you could tell me I am wrong, it makes no difference to me. There is no right, there is no wrong, there is only yourself that stands in between.

What is so-called right to you may be wrong to others, vice versa.

Large corporations setting trends in hiring younger staff, claiming it to be the right move, under the presumption that they will be cheaper to hire, faster to train, and yield more results than their tenured mature competition, which apply for the same positions.

I say the mature applicant has more to lose and needs the job. I say he or she is willing to accept the same salary, if not less, and put in double the work to keep that job... hence neither right nor wrong exist?

Enough about work, before I fall into this notepad and stab myself in the eye with my pen.

Fuck off.