Despite all my rage...

I am still just a rat in a cage.

Or should I say an undervalued member of the least respected department at my company. All the more reason for me to embrace the classism that kept me so warm as a child when Niagara Mohawk would shut off our heat.

It amazes me the sense of entitlement and obliviousness of the people who have people working under them. Granted this is a rather general statement and therefore I'm sure there are exceptions. I just wonder, when did we transform from a country that values hard work to one that is so snobby and spoiled that anyone working manual labor or in a support capacity is respected as little more than a trained monkey.

I know this can't possibly be true though, because I have a lip service tape embedded in my brain. When my circuitry gets jammed up with silly ideas about moving elsewhere or paying my rent in some other way, I feel a jolt and immediately fall in line.

I am a necessary part of a team! A soul sucking, life crushing team of people who could give a shit about me or my dreams.

Zzzzap! There. All better now. zzzzap!