About a livelihood

Have you mulling over what you’re doing for living? This kind of question does sound banal and trifle, since you don’t have to necessarily “like” your job but to maintain your livelihood. However, you cannot help asking you such question when you face the existential horrors in your daily life relating to what you do and whom you encounter or deal with at work. Maybe you are okay to bear it and just grin. But I know there are people who are born with “Supra-perceptiveness” can’t just do so.

It seems that what determines the course of human affairs is never really intelligence or talent; it’s the feelings of good and bad that really make things change. Also, physical attractiveness counts. As long as you are under the aegis of your boss, you are exempt from punishments and immune from termination. And if you happen to be a beautiful/pretty young woman and get along well with your boss and/or your co-workers, the chances are you will be protected from any kind of misfortune you can think of in your employment.

What is incredible is that some people get away with their follies without getting noticed. I will call it a flair of sociability. If you are one of a clique because you laugh with them together at however humorless it may be, because you speak the same language with familiar culture and appearance, and because you are just very attractive-looking, you will be immune from being sacked. In sum, you ARE one of them, and they will shield you from all possible harms like a family. Like the Mafia.

Somerset Maugham once said, “The more intelligent a man is, the more capable is he of suffering.” Rightly so. Maybe we should not think deeply about the buffoonery of our co-workers. Maybe we should just be past caring about all the emotional commotions arising from observing such meritocratic tendencies based upon irrational standards at work. Because wearing a poker face will be your saving grace to keep your weary soul guarded in public. Grinning on the outside, grimacing on the inside. Comedy and Tragedy. What a farce.

 

 

 

 

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