Corporate Deception & Slavery

I had a phone interview. It was followed by an in-person interview. I was interviewed by the HR guy, then a senior manager.

This was unlike any other interviews I'd seen. Usually when you think of interviews, you envision a bunch of candidates lined up and then interrogated individually by a panel of senior management.

I was very honest in my interviews. I really wanted to portray who I was and leave a genuine impression, regardless of whether they hired me or not. After working in HR myself, I came to realize that most companies don't care about honest employees. They don't care whether you lie to them or not, because they're even bigger crooks than you.

Usually when you get hired by a company, you're overwhelmed with joy and you celebrate, thinking you've accomplished something or succeeded. Little do you know that the only reason they hired you was because they needed a mule to do all the dirty work.

When I was interviewed, they told me that the typical work hours were anything from 8-10, depending on how quickly I finished the day's tasks. Never fall for that bullshit. It's either 8 or 10, and the day's tasks will never be over. The reason companies run, is that there's always work waiting to be done. In my case, 8 hours was a myth. Nobody ever left the office after an 8 hour shift. It wasn't a 10 either, because almost everyone ended up staying late.

When I did my shifts, I decided I'd do the 10 hours maximum required, and then go home. One of the senior managers called me in less than a week later, and asked me why I was leaving exactly on time, when everyone else was putting in 2 or 3 hours more. Did I not want to be successful? He asked me. Where would I see myself 4 or 5 years down the line if I always came to work on time, and left on the dot, when everyone else put in an extra few hours to get more work done? How would I ever be considered for a promotion? How would I ever be considered for more incentives?

At that moment, I realized I had been duped. The interviewers had told me one thing, and the line managers spoke completely different. When I presented my case before them, arguing that I had not been informed of working overtime everyday, they said I wouldn't last very long in that company, or any other corporate organization whatsoever. They said I was very rigid, and I needed to be more flexible.

I was disciplined. I'd followed up on my end of the agreement. They hadn't.

So I thought I might just wing it since I'd already gotten the job. I'd see how things would play out, and try to adjust accordingly.

In any corporate organization, the more you give, the less it seems to become. No matter how hard you work, no matter how much effort you put in, it always seems to be inadequate for them.

I ended up spending 14 - 15 hours with all the traveling and stuff, and just didn't have time for anything else. I was tired. I was exhausted. I didn't have a social life. I didn't have any time for myself. I didn't have time for any hobbies. The weekends were over before they even began. Every Monday morning, I was already wishing and praying that the week would be over soon, so I could get some rest. I was stressed out. I had to travel each day to get to the office, while they just lived a few blocks away. I did my 10 hour shifts, while they idled around, and spent 12 - 13 hours at the office. It didn't matter that I spent my 10 hours working hard the entire time. They were considered better than me. I was the asshole who always wanted to leave office. They were the loyalists who "put in something extra towards their jobs".

I couldn't compete. I realized that I had too much discipline to endure this kind of shit. I had a life outside my work. I couldn't have it but I yearned for it. And this stupid fucking job had taken away all my happiness. It had drained me dry. I was burned out. And all the lies I had to tell, all the fake promises, and the fake laughter, and the fake politeness, was getting to me. If you wanna sit at the office lying to people all day for a big fat paycheck, be my guest. My consciousness couldn't take it. I'd been honest all my life. The only lies I'd ever told were completely harmless, and now I had to lie when people's time and money and efforts and their whole lives were at stake! Why couldn't I just say no and move the fuck on? But no! Company's policy states that you should never say no. So now you had to make up a bunch of bullshit excuses and stupid lies, and you had to remember them for those who followed up on you, and you had to lie again and again and over again, until they realized you were neck-full of shit, and they'd wasted all that fucking time with your horseshit, when they could've fucked off and done something more useful with their time!

I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I fucking hate corporations so much, this world is fucking lucky I don't have nukes at my fingertips!

All the money in the world wouldn't buy you the peace and happiness that you stole by lying to some desperate poor lady who put all her trust and faith in you.

I couldn't sleep at night. I just couldn't. 'Cause I was worried about the people I talked to, and interacted with. I wanted to do something for them. I wanted to help them, and if I couldn't, I wanted to point them in the right direction so they could get the assistance they needed. But I couldn't. Because my hands were tied behind my back. I had signed an NDA with the company. I couldn't send people off to the competitors. I couldn't help them. I was wasting my time, and their time.

The amount of data that these companies have on people is terrifying. They'd built their own database, whilst collaborating with advertisers, marketing brokers and a bunch of other corporate crooks. Everyone is in on it. You think the government's got some data on you? Nah! You haven't seen half of what the corporations got on you!

I remember conversing with one of my coworkers in another department, and I told him I just wished they'd fire me so I could go home. 3 months into the job, I was willing to get fired. 6 months into the job, I was more than happy to get fired.

They never fired me. I quit.

It was my last job. I'd become so disgusted with the corporate world, that I decided to become a monk.

That didn't end well either. But that's a story for another time.