The world over, people working in functional departments are doomed to being known merely as "Admin person", "IT guy", "Finance bitch", etc. They lead stereotypical lives of either being married with children or unmarried and looking after the parents. They get into work at 9am Mondays to Fridays, break for lunch at 12.30pm and leave for home not a minute later (or earlier) than 5.30pm. And don't even bother asking them to do anything that might break this routine or go beyond the strictly defined parameters of their job descriptions.
How have these people, randomly spread across the world and in great numbers, merged to become a single faceless being? How do they cope with leading a life of anonymity, with a raison d’être that is simply to function as the operative arm of an antiquated guidebook? How could they be (are they?) satisfied with their lives?
Are they happier than me?
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Back to work. Sigh.
How have these people, randomly spread across the world and in great numbers, merged to become a single faceless being? How do they cope with leading a life of anonymity, with a raison d’être that is simply to function as the operative arm of an antiquated guidebook? How could they be (are they?) satisfied with their lives?
Are they happier than me?
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Back to work. Sigh.
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