Day 0328

Tottered through five hours of interviews and tests today. Cannot imagine finding a day job (serfdom) as meaningful as everyone I spoke to claimed they found their work. Can you not see that you are bleeding your life away to line someone else's purse? Can you really not imagine something more meaningful, and thus see your job as a terrible opportunity cost? Terrifying that I may have to return to this world of small-vision, driven, credulous drones. How easy to harness them to an office with free food and snacks and a bar! How easy to whip them up into cultish devotion by preying on their need for meaning, and telling them what they do matters! When actually it is a business, designed to extract as much money as possible from everything it touches. Offer me enough compensation and this bad taste may fade enough to be palatable.

Blank low-grade hotel room.