Mutual Displeasure

Throughout the day as we walk around the office we are forced into conversation about absolutely nothing, just one meaningless statement responded to by another meaningless statement… “Workaholic over here”….. “Just figuring it out”….. “That’s how you gotta do it”.

First off, what the fuck does any of that even mean? Each one of those statements separate or together means nothing, absolutely nothing. How does anyone’s brain even connect what was just said to the previous statement. Are we even listening to what they said or do we have a running soundboard of office related prose.

Second, why do we have to do this. We see these people every Goddamn day, multiple times a day, we aren’t surprised to see them, there’s no elevated joy from running onto these people. We are both confined to this prison together. Neither party of these conversations want to talk to each other, but they can;t deny the need inside them to have these forced pleasantries. Do you think there’s incarcerated people making these quips to each other? “Busy day on the yard”… “Stab or get Stabbed”….”Sunny day for Pull ups”. I doubt you have murderers and thieves even bothering to give the other person the time of day. They just accept that their both here for something fucked up and get on with their day, exactly how we should treat our coworkers, “Hey we’re both pretty disappointing in how our lives ended up, lets just keep it moving.” In an unfortunate twist these prisoners have it more figured out than us chumps voluntarily locked up. We’re just wasting our time and breath exchanging pleasantries with people you’d never choose to have conversation with and these asinine conversations aren’t getting us anywhere.

I gotta get outta here