How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy
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Repeat after me. My job does not now, nor will ever define my existance. Someday, I'll be doing what I want (why not now?), and won't have to deal with this crap.

What is there to put in here? I've got shitloads of things that bother me about work. But I don't want to talk about that. I don't want that to be anymore than a footnote in my daily existance.

However, it does raise some thoughts about more important thigs- namely, the world in general. I'm running a day camp for kids... but there are no kids.

Kids get into trouble, but that's kid trouble, you know? The "It seemed like a good idea at the time" sorta trouble. The, "I wanted to see what would happen" sort of trouble. "I didn't know any better." That sorta stuff. I have no problems with that. I like that sorta trouble.

Cheating at games is not that sort of trouble. Moreover, doing it repeatedly is not that sort of trouble. Being a whiny self centered brat is not what I call "kid" trouble. Appointing yourself supreme ruler of all you survey and not having a concern for a single person around you is not kid trouble. These are the sorts of tragic spiritdeaths that are supposed to happen to jaded adults.

NOT EIGHT GRADERS!

It really is like being surrounded by corpses all day. There's so little creative spark. There are exceptions of course, there always are. Like dear Nick, for whom I fear. He's been homeschooled and has never been surrounded by a mass of his peers. Young Mercedes seems to still have some trace of humanity. Both of the Mikes are personable and thoughtful.

Where's the youthful innocence? Where's the kindness, and the hope, and the aspirations?
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