Warts and All

Recently, I’ve written about the inflexible world of corporate employment.  The confining job descriptions and bureaucracy are prescriptions for career quagmire and a near-certain soul death.  The ridiculous hoops one may jump through to even get into a position in cogdom are just as soul-constricting.  A certain blandness and unwavering nothingness is almost required these days.  Between employers checking credit reports and employers utilizing Google, one has to be as a mole in a dark hole, with opinions, hobbies, aspirations, or a brain for even the shallowest introspection hidden away or non-existent.  What opinions and thoughts are put on the internet can’t be too deep, obscure, or intelligent because whoever is the doing the searching may not have the reading comprehension of a sentient being with capacity for rational thought; it just wasn’t in the job description, I guess.