Soul sucking business…

I’ve got a layover right now.  In the Atlanta airport.  As I sit here and write this, there are at least 20 businessmen surrounding me, fighting over the 3 power outlets that they have in this airport.  Get ready for the rant…

…and all of them look like these people.  Except these people are actors being photographed to look like businessmen.  The real thing is much, much more frightening.  Oh, and when I say businessmen, I mean women as well.  Everyone knows you give up your vagina (along with your soul, and the souls of your poor, undernourished, over distracted childrens…all 1.5 of them) when you go into business.  They all look so sad.  It’s really depressing.  All they do is travel around to different meetings in different airport hotels, then get to do it all again tomorrow.  All for what?  Not happiness, that’s for sure, if these people around me are any indication.  They certainly don’t look like they are having a good time.  Maybe for money.  But money can’t buy happiness.  Don’t get me wrong.  I would like to be rich and not have to worry about anything, but it’s not unnecessarily going to make me happy…

Jesus I hate airports.  Now some guy is trying to encroach on my very hard fought power outlet…humming and hawing over the placement of my charger…

I’m just glad I’m not him and have no desire to become like him.  Does this make me less of person?  No.  In fact, I think I have things in more perspective than the rest of these automatons.   Does it make me a west-coast elitist bastard?

Yes.