Logicless Logic

silence is golden.

Organisational life makes one sick. It's too noisy.

There are fucked up people at every corner who are impossible to ignore because they happen to be an integral part of your job. Sometimes it's impossible not to get sick and tired of people mumbling into your ears, or making snide comments to undermine/mock/criticise you. And they WANT you to hear it, I think mostly to emphasise their own self regarded importance by putting others on a lower plane than themselves or by making themselves seem enthusiastic in front of superiors. To put it bluntly, ass kissing. Who are they actually fooling?

There are heavy vehicles moving around, engines roaring. Prolonged hearing of such things almost blends it into the background. When it stops, the sudden silence is ironically more deafening than the engine. You suddenly hear what the guy 2 chairs away is talking about on his phone. His voice is loud, in a battle with the engine. The battle ends abruptly. The guy wins an empty war as he keeps talking loudly and quickly anyway. You wish for the vehicles to start.

Sergeants shouting at us. Making us seem like worthless creatures. Are we merely a reflection of were(are)? Why did they sign on, if they were "worthful" enough to find a job elsewhere? You try to shut them off but the insults start to get personal. Your eyes release a fireball at the sergeants chest, hoping to burn him into oblivion. It doesn't work.

If only I had a remote control. I would push the mute button and enjoy the silent film. Silence, after all, is golden.

justin.

posted by justin @ 10:27 PM