Workaholic Woolgathering Jan Wozniak
With a thud, Cal opens his eyes to a sight as welcoming as a collaborative piece by Bosch, Bacon, & Beksiński as massive armies of faceless figures in business suits stand gauntly like Giacomettian statues, marching in synchronicity beneath the yellow atmosphere. Having skipped breakfast, zombielike they hurl themselves onto the conveyer belt sidewalks of the morning madness, chanting “productivity, productivity, productivity” only to be swallowed up by the doorways of menacing corporate skyscrapers & towers that swell & expand as they gluttonously digest the energy of their dedicated employees– who, with Gatsbian green light willingly sacrifice themselves in hopes of bigger homes, prettier spouses, more expensive cars & the pièce de resistance–the opportunity to retire early (of course, that’s merely an illusory end, as the most honourable death for the workaholic being karōshi) & with the noble lies of self-help & productivity gurus, buy my book & discover how you too can become both happy & free preaching paired down instructions such as “discover your passion” & “work hard” & “inevitably you’ll find
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