Corpse-rate bastards can bite me, Part Uno

Rarely do I go on major bitch rants here, but today, I feel the need to unleash my frustration. First, I refer to Corporate America as Corpse-rate America because the whole design and institution of corporate companies kills people, sometimes literally, but mostly figuratively. The hierarchal, master-servant boss-employee, be happy with your stinkin' J.O.B. (just over broke) scenario is not designed to nurture any kind of growth, creativity, or real joy in anyone. I mean honestly. How many people do you know who have had or currently have corporate careers (for at least 5-7 years) are deriving genuine happiness from their jobs? There are some some, but most people are dreaming about being things like full-time parents, painters, writers, trapeze artists, sailors, crafts-person, chef, lawyer for the poor, civil rights advocates, or just anything that has nothing to do with corpse-rate America. It's not that we don't like to work or create. It's just that we simply can't stand the piles of BULLSHIT that goes on.

The corpse-rate environment kills your soul, spirit, or dreams. In the beginning of our careers, we all start out hopeful, full of promise, and loaded with dreams of how we are going to make a difference and make our mark. Then at about the 5-7 year mark is when we start to really die because we do one of several things, we put our significant others, family and friends in third place to our career and they leave us (career is #1, you is #2 because you are too busy being self-important). We start lowering and comprising our values, morals, and standards to get ahead because, hell, everyone else is doing it to get ahead and you've been screwed big-time at least 3 or 4 times, so you feel that you are allowed to screw someone else or that you have a right to be a jerk or bitch because it was done to you (this part of paying/giving the dues).

Or, we stay too long in a career we really don't love or only did because we got suckered guilted into fulfilling someone else's expectations because the money and power is too delicious to give up. You become addicted to a lifestyle. You love that you can afford to wear Prada & Manolos, jet off to Vegas, and eat in 4 star restaurants. You might have to eat mac & cheese from a box, shop at Wal-mart, and move to a 1-bedroom rental in the burbs in order to start on the path to your real dream, but hell no! uh-uh! You won't let go of the security ledge in order to go after your dream because you don't trust that you are capabale of making loads of money being creative. You judge and act as if you know it all. But that is you being a good corpse-rate soldier, minimize risk, and increase security.

Part Deux tomorrow.