Conglomerate That Sucks Out Happiness
It is the time of the year when the People will lean back on their couch, thinking of something new, something rare in their life, or something completely different of what they have right now. Perhaps, the People here are no rarer than what the other People in different part of the world. It is not about the job that matters, or the burden they have to carry, or the constant nagging from an unhappy Bos, or continuous ruthless calls that break the serenity of the People's Sunday morning.
The People say, they have been taught to at least be prepared to accept these kind of things when they entered here, the Conglomerate. So, on and off, they know that this is the life they will pursue, say for the next 2 or 3 years. But the People always being driven by skyrocketting adrenaline and pure hopes that the Conglomerate will be more transluscent and (or at least) thankful for what they have done to make the Conglomerate as one of the top nothchers in this sweat squeezing industry.
But for the past few years, for the People that have been working more than a decade, for the People that have been producing children here in the Conglomerate vicinity, they smell something fishy. The rotten one, as what Che Det says in his blog. They can see the road that was clearly straight at the very beginning, now become crook at the middle.
So, there you go the profound unhappiness in the People's faces. The Riot they thought could amend the crooky Road for the better side of the Conglomerate legacies. Or maybe a little repair for the potholes on the Road, so they won't have a bumpy ride to the end.
But the Conglomerate thinks, the Riot was way too extreme. They have told the People that not to hope too much for something that is uncertain. We are not stupid, the People said, in counter attack for the annoyed looks of the Bigs.
And the Bigs savoring huge cash overflowing in their account but should the People blame them for lavishly living like no one's business? The People never argue that because the People have the rationale that the Bigs have been working so hard to climb to the post they comfortably sit right now. But the People ask a little sympathy from you Conglomerate, the People's Big says.
We can't. We are having a huge financial crisis and we don't make that much.
How much is not much, my dear Conglomerate?
Not much enough to feed our Bigs in the Foreign.
So the People thought the Conglomerate thinks no more about the People's affair. So, why don't the People look for something else. Another Conglomerate that can give them, at least a better pay for the People's children to grow up.
And the season when the People are leaving, comes like a surge of an electric shock to the Bigs. And the People are leaving with dignity on their sleeves, with a little pay of an advancement of their resignation.
And the Bigs see that as a mere nightmare. Now the People are not here anymore. The Conglomerate goes haywire with a harsh vibration on its ground. Who they will ask again to wet their hands with slimy grease anymore. To who they will assign to ride the chopper and land on the Rude's platform?
The Conglomerate says they will find a new batch of the People. And the will make sure that the new People are called the New People.
Albeit with the People or the New People, the Conglomerate stays being prolific in their quest to squeeze the juicy brain of the people that coming in.
So much to be called as Conglomerate That Sucks Out Happiness.
Remotely thinking of the Bigs,
The Person of The People
The People say, they have been taught to at least be prepared to accept these kind of things when they entered here, the Conglomerate. So, on and off, they know that this is the life they will pursue, say for the next 2 or 3 years. But the People always being driven by skyrocketting adrenaline and pure hopes that the Conglomerate will be more transluscent and (or at least) thankful for what they have done to make the Conglomerate as one of the top nothchers in this sweat squeezing industry.
But for the past few years, for the People that have been working more than a decade, for the People that have been producing children here in the Conglomerate vicinity, they smell something fishy. The rotten one, as what Che Det says in his blog. They can see the road that was clearly straight at the very beginning, now become crook at the middle.
So, there you go the profound unhappiness in the People's faces. The Riot they thought could amend the crooky Road for the better side of the Conglomerate legacies. Or maybe a little repair for the potholes on the Road, so they won't have a bumpy ride to the end.
But the Conglomerate thinks, the Riot was way too extreme. They have told the People that not to hope too much for something that is uncertain. We are not stupid, the People said, in counter attack for the annoyed looks of the Bigs.
And the Bigs savoring huge cash overflowing in their account but should the People blame them for lavishly living like no one's business? The People never argue that because the People have the rationale that the Bigs have been working so hard to climb to the post they comfortably sit right now. But the People ask a little sympathy from you Conglomerate, the People's Big says.
We can't. We are having a huge financial crisis and we don't make that much.
How much is not much, my dear Conglomerate?
Not much enough to feed our Bigs in the Foreign.
So the People thought the Conglomerate thinks no more about the People's affair. So, why don't the People look for something else. Another Conglomerate that can give them, at least a better pay for the People's children to grow up.
And the season when the People are leaving, comes like a surge of an electric shock to the Bigs. And the People are leaving with dignity on their sleeves, with a little pay of an advancement of their resignation.
And the Bigs see that as a mere nightmare. Now the People are not here anymore. The Conglomerate goes haywire with a harsh vibration on its ground. Who they will ask again to wet their hands with slimy grease anymore. To who they will assign to ride the chopper and land on the Rude's platform?
The Conglomerate says they will find a new batch of the People. And the will make sure that the new People are called the New People.
Albeit with the People or the New People, the Conglomerate stays being prolific in their quest to squeeze the juicy brain of the people that coming in.
So much to be called as Conglomerate That Sucks Out Happiness.
Remotely thinking of the Bigs,
The Person of The People
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