It was just another day for me, organised and coordinated for the current week. Coca-Cola, bread, and biscuits were prepared for the long and sleepless night just for him to enjoy a day of a week.

I happily jump to my seat and lock in position. Though I had to correct the angle of the middle monitor, it was nonetheless a perfect night.

Pressing the Power button and it immediately goes to the main menu. Full of pirated games from big and glamorous companies. 

I hated all of them, down to the Janitors. They had no compassion for their work. I know that it isn't fair, but when their corporate overlords are fucking them in the ass while they are sleeping and they don't see a problem with that after they wake up with them still pounding their ass. It is just easier to hate them all.

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Even though most of these people would never see the light of their great work. I see them with the same light as the ones that manage to make it on the public interviews.

Really. Why can't they just say no. Even if they might become broke, at least they can still walk with their dignity and more possibilities of a better job. Even if some stupid jackass would take the job the fucker would be miserable. 

Really! If everyone would just start saying what they deserve, everything would correct itself. No one would be forced to be a coward, a gangster, and even as a sacrificial lamb or some other dumb shit.

I swear to the gods that are listening to my thoughts, everyone will be catching strays from this shithead. No one will be spared. Besides the children and the elderly, of course. 

Damn. I wanted to play some games. Why am I losing my composure. Breathe in, and breathe out. Easy in, hard it goes. 

Looking to the window, it reflects a dark murky colour of the darkness. It wasn't really special, just one of those weird days, WHERE A WATER IS FLOWING TO MY ROOM. 

OH, GOD! WHAT IS THAT.