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What drew you to this job? Truthfully, survival I lie and say I’ve always been passionate about textiles Like the pretentious clothing this company creates My answer is carefully tailored to appeal to my market audience Yesterday I was passionate about data entry Tomorrow I’ll be passionate about customer retention and management I’ve learnt to lick the boot that pins me down in place What does your dream job look like? I don’t bother telling them that I no longer dream of labour I recite the appropriate buzzwords Sense of progression Work-life balance Meaningful connections Bile rises in my throat What do you hope to achieve in life? My father wasted away his best years in a job that landed him in hospital A heart attack and redundancy payout all the thanks he got All so he could eventually retire and do what he actually loved; woodworking He’d never been able to make a career of it He couldn’t find a ‘market’ for it Maybe it was because he never learnt to market himself, to sell himself Not in that sense Instead he sold himself He sold his body to a timber mill Maybe he thought it would be temporary But then he had to give up his woodworking Because working the wood at the mill left him exhausted He had to sell his soul for decades until the system finally let him be I want something different than what the system offers But there is no alternative to the system It offers me 50 flavours of consumption 32 different shades of participation But no option not to consume Not to participate I no longer have lofty ideals When I was young I wanted to be a famous writer I wanted to travel and see the world Now I just want to exist But even my very existence comes at a cost To merely exist I am still expected to participate To consume and be consumed Sell myself to whoever will pay for what little I have to offer Thank you for your time
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
The Interview
What drew you to this job? Truthfully, survival I lie and say I’ve always been passionate about textiles Like the pretentious clothing this company creates My answer is carefully tailored to appeal to my market audience Yesterday I was passionate about data entry Tomorrow I’ll be passionate about customer retention and management I’ve learnt to lick the boot that pins me down in place What does your dream job look like? I don’t bother telling them that I no longer dream of labour I recite the appropriate buzzwords Sense of progression Work-life balance Meaningful connections Bile rises in my throat What do you hope to achieve in life? My father wasted away his best years in a job that landed him in hospital A heart attack and redundancy payout all the thanks he got All so he could eventually retire and do what he actually loved; woodworking He’d never been able to make a career of it He couldn’t find a ‘market’ for it Maybe it was because he never learnt to market himself, to sell himself Not in that sense Instead he sold himself He sold his body to a timber mill Maybe he thought it would be temporary But then he had to give up his woodworking Because working the wood at the mill left him exhausted He had to sell his soul for decades until the system finally let him be I want something different than what the system offers But there is no alternative to the system It offers me 50 flavours of consumption 32 different shades of participation But no option not to consume Not to participate I no longer have lofty ideals When I was young I wanted to be a famous writer I wanted to travel and see the world Now I just want to exist But even my very existence comes at a cost To merely exist I am still expected to participate To consume and be consumed Sell myself to whoever will pay for what little I have to offer Thank you for your time
Dopolahpec
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
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