/lit/ - Literature

Harvard. Solutions. Solutions to you.

I don't need this stupid speech!
You think you're smart, huh?
That you can come up here and take piece of this, huh?
Any of you. You? You?
Listen, Harvard, I'm a billionaire. And most of you are gonna graduate and move back in with your parents. I'm gonna tell you something though: we have something in common. We're all gonna die. No matter what you do, no matter, heh, what you do with your lives... you're dead. You're dead. You die. You're gonna die, all of you. Dead. You, dead. You... dead. All of you. You, lady - your tits will be eaten by maggots in just a few short years. So, here's my message, my message to you. Very simple message: go forth. GO FORTH AND DIE.

abstractionata

it's just a fucking job. it's not your life's work. DON'T GET EMOTIONALLY INVESTED.

if someone congratulates you on doing well, nod and say thanks and keep working like a soulless machine.

if someone calls you a fucking idiot and threatens to have you fired, nod and say sorry and keep working like a soulless machine.

you turn up every weekday and do what they tell you and they give you money. THAT'S ALL.

don't get conned into working overtime - unless they pay you more.

don't get conned into working through breaks, or trying to impress the boss with your dedication; he should be grateful you turn up sober.

he should be fucking grateful you turn up AT ALL.

there are better people than you doing this shit. it doesn't matter. there are worse people than you doing this shit.

they want initiative? they have to pay more for that. A LOT MORE. More than they can afford.

Feel nothing until you are out of the front door and far away. feel nothing for them. they feel nothing for you.

"Become a part of the clock. BECOME A GEAR."
- Dethklok, "The Gears"