I simply cannot find it within myself to give a scintilla of a fuck about anything my boss seems to get excited about. Sure, I can fake it with the best of them. Shit, sometimes I even have myself fooled. But faking it doesn’t cut it at the end of the day. And deep down my boss knows that.
I am perfectly capable of editing my opinions to suit the company I happen to be in. I just choose not to. If that makes me a dick, I can live with that. What I couldn’t live with is editing my opinions to suit the company I happen to be in. I guess what I am saying is: I would rather be an insufferable dogmatist than a nauseating toady. And, no, this isn’t a false dichotomy.
Many people have likened me to Gonzo. You know, the muppet. I have zero idea why. When I ask people to explain they always shrug and act evasive.
I am petrified of quitting my job and being forced to confront a life of unremitting loneliness. That, anyway, is what I told my boss during my appraisal, apropos to nothing in particular.