the scapegoat factory
How do I go about this retelling of my past? Its been months since I last wrote about the happiness of working in a space where everything blossomed earnest. But that has since transformed into an ugliness I haven't been able to look past. I've heard conversations I shouldn't have been a part of. People calling each other friends and throwing dirt at the names they hold close. I guess that is how office politics function. Spaces like these thrive, people too, when they're so corporate. But what happens when you take away the corporate? You have individuals call you up without boundaries; at 2 AM to inform you if you don't show up on time the next day something will turn upside down. There's one thing that I have learnt is that not everything is urgent, nor is everything so important? How can I as a person be doing 17 things at once? All urgent. All important. All necessary by EOD. I will obviously never put myself into a situation like this again. I have given f...
