Working has got to be a big heap of dick

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Isn't it weird that amongst humans we've got the power to create the most beautiful and inspiring works of art; we've got in us to appreciate all the things life-force gives us.

 

But we create huge dismal f*cking offices where people 'champion requirements', are 'stakeholders', etc. I think with many guys it's a replacement for a life - it's something that nobody can argue with them doing, and it makes them feel important because they can wear those [censored] mobile earpieces and walk around saying [censored] like '...well, from an end-to-end perspective John, I'd say that we're not aligned.' - yeah and you look like a lunatic gibbering to yourself, you pompous fuckstaff.

 

Occasionally I meet humans in these offices and it makes such a difference. I don't know whether I'm one of them though

 

I wonder whether there's something fundamentally f*cked up about the people who create these environments. It seems weird that some people seem to have their dreams made true by these environments... it seems akin to be like searching the highlands of scotland to pick figs off thistle stalks.

 

Off to Berlin until Sunday, what a relief it'll be not to be in that place tommorow.

 

Rant over!