[pri-tend that wer ded]: Written by L7 frontwoman Donita Sparks, this song is a call to action, making the point that doing nothing is exactly what the powers-that-be want from their opposition.
The House That God Has Forgotten Part 70: Apathy is our new friend.
It is the same old thing at The House That God Has Forgotten…Everyone is back now, and my urge to work is even lower. I have ended up in a rut…nothing I want to do, nothing I feel like doing.
It is probably how a lot of you feel…same old thing every day. Those great work for, off one, work four again schedules. (I have a three day weekend. It pays off to work 90%, but over summer do it like you do 100% and now enjoy some free time).
It’s not that I dread waking up and thinking “Oh shit I have to go back there!” (mind you, in the morning when I wake up no matter what day I do not want to leave the bed) I just am well…tired.
I wonder if anyone else feels this way? Or is it just me?
The bosses always seem to be awake. Always ready to get to work. (It seems like they do not do much but sit in meetings…but is that just me?) All of these meetings that start with L…where they sit close together on a long table and discuss God knows what all day on Tuesdays. Probably about us. I think even to be honest probably about this blog (at least when it first came out).
Now we are in a classic syndrome for the group I work with…no one wants us. We have been passed around like the red headed step children at The House That God Has Forgotten. The promises of
“Are you going to be here a while?” asks one of my colleagues.
“Yes. I want to be here! I am not going anywhere.” responds more than one boss.
Then six months later we have a new boss again.
I have counted in the next 5 weeks, we will have 5 bosses! How on Earth do we ever get anything done? I will be honest and say the boss we have had for the past two weeks has been good. They have taken care of business, and even though their mobile number never works, they seem to be around.
The boss we had was good too, but they left to be the boss of the administration floor. The big time, walking on those wooden floors and shuffling between different offices.
I have often thought it would be fun to work on that floor and hand out coffee and tea to people there. It would be easy, and almost like working on a floor with inmates, but instead blue uniforms that bounce from here to there.
I am still waiting for that call from the propaganda magazine “Om Krim” to write articles for them. I could tell them all about the pictures that come up all the time on our local pages about things like treating everyone equally that have pictures of people standing by some post boxes, or on a bosses floor with “groups” that do something no one has any idea what they do.
Tons of groups that pop up in my inbox asking me and my coworkers if they are interested in being members of. Like little secret clubs you had with your friends as a little kid. You talk some shit, you played some games, and then you find out as you got older it was a bunch of babble and they really did not do much but hang out and play around.
I usually tell my 8-year-old “Not screwing around” when she goes to bed. That is what we are masters at The House That God Has Forgotten. “screwing around”. We have meetings, we take pictures, and those who are in the club pretend that they are sitting on some key information about something.
Oh and please explain to me what in the hell is up with the rainbow flag? I see that thing everywhere. I feel like is that really the definition of what we need to worry about? How is it that the pride flag has become the symbol of not being an asshole to each other. Please. You have never even set your foot into a gay cafe before! Plus I am gay and that is the least of my problems!
If we really want to rise up and fight against something, let’s take how women are not allowed to be involved if something happens. It is always a group of well-trained (I mean gym trained) men that get “called in” when something is happening! They ride in elevators with someone that wants to kill themselves, they get picked to do whatever task…and women usually get left behind to do…whatever.
That has been a syndrome at The House That God Has Forgotten since day one. It makes me sad looking in the cameras and seeing rarely a woman involved. Oddly enough it is the females that are best at talking down people that are going bananas. Not all the time, but I see it often. More often than people would like to admit.
Anyway, I think that is more of a flag we should have than one of the gay people every time they want to press for equality. Gay is like 3 or 4 people. 50% of the jail is women.
So here I am apathetic. I do not look at my mail anymore because there really is nothing too exciting in there. Though one thing struck my mind today as one of my colleagues read out loud.
“There are 100 forks missing at The House That God Has Forgotten!” You mean to tell me that after 9 plus years 100 forks have disappeared?!? Wow. We should call the police station next door and have them investigate this big case. I have an answer for you, BUY SOME NEW FORKS!
You see this is the trivial shit I have to deal with so I have given up totally. I think everyone has given up. We are not treated like adults, we are treated like small children being told that everything we do is so wrong. We steal forks, we are losing around 10.5 forks per year! Crisis!
I think we should really take this fork problem more serious. It is no laughing matter. That is why I take my own fork to work. I always have something to eat with. BUT I think they could at least offer a fork to me to eat last nights dinner with.
So perhaps it is time we rise up against the system. Fight these people that have lost all total reality and demand change. I would say have a group for it, but we would have to get the people that are in EVERY SINGLE photo to pose for it.
I have noticed they never ask me to be in those interviews. Maybe they are scared of the answers I would give?
I want the club “Find those fork people” we could have a black flag with a silver fork on it!
Fight the power! Find those forks!