Another cold day in hell...work like slaves so we can live like rats. Everyone hates their job, the routine. They regret waking up, going to work, sitting in their little cell, and staring at the lifeless box in front of them. Produce, manfacture, build, create all for someone else. An empty enitiy called the corporation. We need you. You need them, but they don't need you. Low morale? Take the afternoon off, but be back at 6 am tomorrow. Did you get the memo about the TPS reports? The report that is meaningless and will not change the world in any way, shape or form. A simple report that must be perfect everytime so we can throw away all the hard work you put into it. That's life. Birth, school, work, death. Nothing else.