lessons from the first day of work at the microscope store but not really

The moment you start working for somebody else, your talent becomes commodity. Cheap, mass-produced and half-assed slice of pie making its way around the market, keeping the counters happy. The number of customers you nod your head towards sums up your production value, and it wouldn’t make a difference if you meant what you created or not, and this makes me really sick. Let me tell you about my short stint as a freelance writer. My job was to write content for websites bereft of traffic and I thought that was fine, until I was made to write 10 Unique articles about yeast infection and real estate. You know, one can only speak so much of a single topic before going nuts. I knew I had to quit that job the moment I started dreaming having nightmares about writing endless sentences. I find it sad how we’re resigned to this kind of Life. Working so hard and getting so little in return. How there’s a price to everything. Dreams are expensive and happiness is taxed. Our bodies have become machines fueled by cash to spit out bricks for laying on the foundations of the empires of wealthy men.