There Is Nothing Here Worth Your Life
At one of my jobs (the more soul-sucking of the two), on the wall by my desk, I have one of those novelty yard signs pinned up. I’m sure you’ve seen them before. They replace messages like “Beware of Dog” with “Beware of Rabid Housewife” or instead of “No Trespassing” they read, “Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again.”
The one I keep at my desk reads, “There is nothing here worth your life.” And I keep it posted there to remind myself, that while being here, dealing with corporate politics and employees whom at times can seem to have the IQ of seaweed, having to work within all of the corporate rules and regulations that in a logical world would be considered downright ludicrous, and stewing in my frustrations and, at times, furious anger; all of this is just a job.
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