The Human Centipede of LinkedIn

This is a work in progress for my eventual public disavowment of the farcical workforce on my public Linkedin. In earnest I await the day I sing my repellence dirge to anyone who sees the workplace, Linkedin, and any other form of work as anything other than a means to feed oneself.

My time in the workplace has been nothing short of a personal hell. Through all of my effort to succeed, I've found it strictly impossible to find satisfaction through work. Employees and employers alike pray to the god of the great man, the one who can do it all, the perfect engineer, developer, creator, designer, salesman, manager, employee. Through strife and shortcomings, surprises, through management, other employees; one who strives to overcome and achieve, create great - no, elegant - creations that make those who can afford their monuments to the mighty dollar more tithings toward it. But this great man is no ubermensch, in the Nietzschean sense of the word; through all the irony the world allows, these people are the last man.

The world of work is a falsehood. Sagging eyes and heart disease, diabetes and balding, we've come through this place in envy of those who can succeed at whatever they put themselves towards. It truly is remarkable what some people can do, and that power they deploy with masterful grace is something that would inspire many, were it put toward something of value to mankind. But here we sit, awaiting eventual replacement as coins trickle through our bank accounts into the pockets of landlords and billionaires while we try to funnel what we can into the life we think we deserve. One of comfort and ease, that life given away to be decided by managers of managers.

There is envy, and there is falsehood. Falsity in the story we tell of ourselves to sell to others, falsehood in their own hope we are the image and the icon they need to warm the seat best. Though I've worked with brilliant people, they're all each one shallower than the last. There is an odd dialectic within yourself in the workplace; you may well want to become this great man, and you may well achieve far beyond your own expectations, but those expectations were also shortcomings, and the yardstick glued to your foot continues to move with each step, and the yardstick you used to measure that distance was measured in angstroms rather than lightyears. Bullshit Jobs puts it lightly; these are bullshit lives.