I’m Tired of Being a Whore

Yes, I am a whore. I am a whore and I have been treated like one for seven years now. Ever since I graduated college. I am not an expensive whore or a cheap whore. I am a very mediocre whore. I went from boss to boss and I did half ass blow jobs, a lot of fucking I didn’t like and I got tossed on the street for any failure to make the right money. I get pretty badly beat up especially for standing up to myself. I noticed that happens especially often.

So I’m not actually a whore. I’m an engineer. But I might as well be a whore. Sure I am a bit choosy with my jobs, I don’t go for defense although those are the most stable and the most profitable but I refuse to make things that might kill people. But the jobs I get I am supposed to act like a mushroom, or a whore. I am to go to the dark room, be kept out of sight and be fed shit. Any time I voice my opinion, I am promptly fired. I’m also promptly fired when I don’t share my opinion.

I am rarely evaluated for my good deeds, just the deeds when I don’t bring in enough money. When I don’t bring in enough money, it isn’t necessarily that the manager screwed up by mis-budgeting the project, or overestimating how fast we could finish. And it isn’t the manager who gets canned for failing to bring in the money, it’s me.

And so, I am tired of being an intellectual whore, a human calculator, a human wrench. I’m tired of being tossed on the street when I am not deemed good enough and asked to come back with pretty promises of nice pay and benefits.

I don’t want to hire whores to work for me and denigrate them for missed milestones that my pimps hand to me, I don’t want to watch people give their lives to products which don’t make lives better. I don’t want to watch people lie to themselves about their lives and what they do no more than I want to do that.

I am a human, I am not a mushroom and even as a mushroom, I need nutrients, water, help… So what if somethings I can’t do, I can do many other things, just give me air to breathe, give me a stick to slide my vines up to stand up or a tree to spread my roots.

Treat me like I am alive, like I am worth something.. and I will return my worth to you, for you are not a whore either. You are alive.. just like me.

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