Salary

Salary... such a sweet word! Honest payment for your work, your self-pressure, your idleness, your indifferent-sad swaying day by day through a stuffy office, your hypocrisy, your self-interest, your eye and brain-washing, your rearrangement of papers from one folder into another and hours of life, thrown into a garbage can; your suppressed, decaying, thrown out on boondocks of Universe individuality... such a bitter word! Here it is, lying before your very eyes...

Sweetly crackling recently got out from a printing house colored pieces of paper with different numbers, drawn upon them... how lovely and, apparently, innocently do they rustle, demanding your attention! There are lots of them in a short-term and so little in a long one at the same time... Here and now you accurately recalculate them all, trying not to evade even a single instance of this illusory delight, already estimating in own thoughts on what you are going to spend all these riches in the nearest future. Such is the deification and meaning of the job of a man, an embodiment of hopes and expectations of millions, now in your hands as well - crackling so impatiently-sweet, stupefying your sense of smell... You have been burning all these days in a chamber of times along with a unique possibility of self-learning, granted to you, knowingly, fastidiously and irrevocably for a reason - and have finally received a well-deserved, earned, acquired with a blood bribe! Each and every piece of it. Now you can buy much...

In this world of yours almost everything can be bought for these colorful pieces of paper, right? Things, feelings, words, honor, and conscience of men... even, probably, souls of some - from those that are purchased cheaply and by the gross. But you are most certainly not some awful demon from the underworld, yes? You will be satisfied just with things and feelings... to begin with. So let the offer forms the demand even further.

Surprising, unusual, delightful world! And why were you born in it only now - and where have you been wandering during all your last times? Oh, it matters no more from now on! Here it is, your own salary, lying absolutely-totally nearby... Oh, such a nice day it's today - one of your most awaited and expected. A true Event! And so you have already started dreaming of how you will spend fairly or not totally so earned sum... Oh, such a pleasure it is - to spend... Buying, buying, buying... consuming, consuming, consuming. Probably if you had plenty of those paper pieces, you would certainly buy the whole Universe itself... such is a pity that it's not for sale! You already know what you will buy first, you have already made a plan... the most grandiose Plan of the purchase and sale of your life. How strange is that it looks so similar to the ones of your planet's relatives... fucked stereotyped plagiarists - that's who they are! Oh, let this tiresome working day end as soon as possible for one of the reckonings with your salary to come into action.

How wise are your planet's colleagues - they have already invented a universal price-list of everything. A payment for each and every sin. Yes, that's right - for any sin ever made by them. And you are certainly not going to be original in this business, yeah? It's a pity that seasonal discounts are not yet in action, however, the prices have practically been made stable. Amazing world! And how did you even image to survive in it without that very salary of yours? The one wishing to be on sale or to sell finds the owner or the buyer - and he finds his own... Each buys each one - except for a small group of fools, having no desire to live according to uniform private earth law. A vicious circle - but whether it was you who have created it first? You were simply born in this already built-up world of your ancestors... and what's the point to really alter it? To buy, to buy, to buy... to sell, to sell, to sell! Since the time someone has invented money, it became so simple... so naturally - as natural as you grab your long-awaited wages. And what would you cost without it... cost as a man? But what's the reason to measure your value by a different criterion when you have money on hands and in mind, and time of your life has been converted in it in advance for a lot of upcoming years... for there are plenty of things this world has to sell you! In exchange for this next salary of yours...

Have no fear, take it. You have deserved it, after all, earned, right? This money is now yours by right - sort of a universal man's measurement tool. And its amount has been growing with each passing year - a true equivalent of your market cost... and only now, having got this new salary, your feel yourself truly happy. Your heart sings in joy for you know how much do you cost - a whole heap of colored crackling pieces of paper...

14.08.2011