Synthetic Sheep

Employees or future slav.. err.. workers! 

Hello there!! What about this for a change? My usual readers will start to complain, but I a very logical explanation for the difference in my writing. Has I've already told here, the two main reasons I started writing this blog are the passion for writing and a way to show my work and my style to any possible employer. So, I remembered a interview I've given, while applying to a marketing communication job in a technology development company, where I faced the whole team (3 or 4 members) that made a very ugly face when I told them I had not written any text in English to show them.

I spent the rest of the interview shaking because I knew the opportunity died when I told them that. When I left the building, I loosened the tie knot and called them a lot of ugly names, those pigs, slave drivers that denied me the opportunity of working for them three months for free (oh yes), even after I told them that I could perfectly write and talk in English, although I could not show them any text. So, this is my effort to never have to pass trough that situation again and convert my self to a happy employee, in my wool coat, hooves and tie.

Possible future employer's face when you don't have a text in English to show

I was very pissed off to realize that the unemployment crisis in Portugal has reached this point. There are so many young workers fresh out of college, searching for a job opportunity, that our lords and masters take the liberty of denying us work for free. The companies discard one trainee after another, without even thinking of paying them, because there are plenty of them in line that don't mind working a few months for free just to pile up curriculum sheets. Even in this legally masked slavery it's hard to fit in. But society has become so synthetic that the set won't change unless we, plastic eating flock of sheep, rise up and start denying them our abilities and competence. But I still need the experience, so here I go, along with the livestock, coming in and out of trains and boats and plains where the quality and comfort is every day more similar to that of cows and pigs going to slaughter houses, getting stocked up in trucks to the sound of the whiplash.

Anyway, now I’ll have to write another English text where I won't use this much adjectives to criticize my possible employers. Maybe I'll start Googletranslating all of my blog texts, so all of my readers can have double the fun in two different languages. Who knows, maybe I'll learn Mandarin.

Yours Truly

One of the Sheep