There’s no innate reason why employment is fantastic. It’s a virus that imbues its host with self-righteous contagion. You are given greater money to alleviate the illness of employment by buying items that numb the pain and/or accumulate that on its own buys abstract imaginary status that other virus hosts acknowledge signal and spread till a cluster of employed people’s seeping virtue pustules gains enough potency to demand the young, unwilling or unable to imbibe of the virus at risk of an ill lecture of how your immune existence is the parasite.

Directives of hating Mondays, dreading employment in droves but alleviating with the communal building myths of caffeine or competitive false darwinian drinking on end of pain cycle as maturity analgesic – all are the symptomotology and joining in is empathy and agreement to the great epidemic of working. One far off solution is everyone stopping work that hate it and have a terrestrial arrangements where the machines keep going.

If you purely love work without making reference to anyone else’s greater, lesser or non-work levels you will be allowed to work at something hopefully useful. If you want work and the whinge, either at work itself or those uninfected you will be given plenty of radio air time to bitterly complain to an AI radio simulator answering machine . We love you and hope you love we too