9 to Life

You had hopes and dreams. And then you entered the workforce. Once firmly entrenched in the rat race, you likely came to the realization that your life sucks and you hate your job, your boss, your employer, your co-workers, your fake work laugh and/or yourself for not having enough balls to quit. You only like your job marginally more than being homeless – but that’s enough to keep you going there every day. Particularly since you don’t have a trust fund, and you’re beginning to wonder whether your financial freedom strategy of hitting the lottery is ever going to pan out. You’re working your life away to make some other schmuck rich. You might not have robbed a liquor store like your third cousin’s ex-wife’s brother and wound up in prison, but still you’re doing time, 9 to Life. What’s important to know is you’re not alone. They say (“they” being the therapists we pay to help us cope with our sucky lives) that we’re only as sick as our secrets. If that’s true, and I believe it is, let’s go public with our discontent and let the healing begin — by expressing how we truly feel about our soul-crushing jobs, our horrible bosses and our brown-nosing co-workers. We can't change our fate, but we can dress for the lives we hate ... Barely Care Wear: attire for the fearlessly apathetic