Today, another day to be reminded, almost as if being taunted, by extraterrestrial forces, that I'm at the mercy of others for survival. As a matter of fact it is a taunt, even today, fighting for a job with my name written on it. Constantly told of my lacking experience compared to other applicants, other applicants who I'd outsell like a FBI Informant against their prior gang, with a third of their tenure I'll add. Along for the ride are office managers taking their job too serious. Making sure snacks are stocked has turned into being police on patrol sniffing to create any imaginary inconvenience or workplace incident.
All a showcase that that right now I'm subservient. My time in Austin can be categorized all too easy by strict, redundant, and downright meaningless codes that are followed by some and not by others. However, the extent to which you'll be punished depends on who you are. I'd like to spit now. Especially when resorting to beg to be put into consideration to sell another man's product. That's crazy and very unnecessary for someone who reads, writes, loves to learn daily. Company workhouses should not be the ones deciding my fate. Only problem is myself wanting to work and copy a process of success for just a few more years. Then I think, I'll be ready. I may need to accelerate that timeline though.
Will let you know how that goes,
Greg
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