My job is to trick people into giving the business I work for their boss's money. I am literally a propaganda artist, only it's for the dumbest shit imaginable. It's incredibly alienating, so I just hide pictures of Mao in the background of my marketing pieces and collect my paycheck. I posted a Soviet WWII memorial to our LinkedIn page on Veterans Day and nobody noticed.
And so yeah, a small part of me fantasizes about a world where jobs like this no longer exist, regardless of how it happens. I imagine living in a burnt out bank and growing a community garden on the roof. I imagine traveling across the barren country to find my friends so we can organize. The violence is in the backdrop, but fighting for survival still sounds more emotionally fulfilling than counting down the days until my next three day weekend. I recognize that's not the reality of collapse, though.
Realistically, I'd probably start having seizures as soon as the supply line goes down. Maybe I'd get lucky and detox from my meds safely, but I'd still be largely useless until the discontinuation symptoms passed. If I were to make it this far, the one survival-relevant skill I'm pretty good at is raising and breeding fish, so my only real hope would be finding a well-armed community in need of a fish monger. Any takers?
My job is to trick people into giving the business I work for their boss's money. I am literally a propaganda artist, only it's for the dumbest shit imaginable. It's incredibly alienating, so I just hide pictures of Mao in the background of my marketing pieces and collect my paycheck. I posted a Soviet WWII memorial to our LinkedIn page on Veterans Day and nobody noticed.
And so yeah, a small part of me fantasizes about a world where jobs like this no longer exist, regardless of how it happens. I imagine living in a burnt out bank and growing a community garden on the roof. I imagine traveling across the barren country to find my friends so we can organize. The violence is in the backdrop, but fighting for survival still sounds more emotionally fulfilling than counting down the days until my next three day weekend. I recognize that's not the reality of collapse, though.
Realistically, I'd probably start having seizures as soon as the supply line goes down. Maybe I'd get lucky and detox from my meds safely, but I'd still be largely useless until the discontinuation symptoms passed. If I were to make it this far, the one survival-relevant skill I'm pretty good at is raising and breeding fish, so my only real hope would be finding a well-armed community in need of a fish monger. Any takers?