Person: Are you really that unhappy about what you do?
me: Honestly?
Person: yeah
me: If your 'career' was saying the same thing over and over and over again every day to get people to see demonstrations of software, would you be happy?
Person: no, but i wouldnt see that as my career.
are you seeing that as your career?
me: I'm funner, smarter, more interesting. I have dreams that thankfully span farther than sitting inside a cubicle uttering mind-numbing things that I care very little about.
No, that's the thing -- I have to convince myself DAILY that this is a temporary thing. A stepping stone.
But it's not like I have opportunities to move positions, and it's not like I am becoming a famous artist any time in the forseable future. So it gets a little soul-crushing.
It's not this place necessarily. It's not that this is a horrible job for what it is. It's just that it is depressing to think that this is what I have achieved so far, and what I do for the majority of my time.
I am really nothing but a wage-slave, a cubicle dog, a peon in the drone of 'the system' of the 'corporate' world. It makes me so sad because I used to think I was special, but the more you're told to sit down and shut up by the world, the more I realize I'm very much 'nobody'. And it makes me really sad.
