The Oscars Nobody Asked For

I've been burying my head in master’s applications these days, especially after dinner. My Google Chrome is overloaded with tabs right now—it’s practically a tab jungle! The more I go to work, the more I feel like throwing in the towel.

Today, I had a chat with a colleague from another department. He said my current company is a great place… for retirement. Yep, you heard that right—retirement. He also mentioned something that stuck with me: working is just a survival game. Those who are good at surviving stay in the game longer.

But here’s the kicker: he said that sometimes, to survive, you have to go against your own rules. That hit me like a truck. It feels like we’re tolerating this harsh reality just to fit into the world. You have to play along, act like you belong—but deep down, I’m exhausted. All the drama, the politics, the constant performance for the “top management Oscars.” It’s like everyone is competing for Best Actor in a Corporate Soap Opera.

And the worst part? The truth is often right there, staring at you, but you can’t say it out loud because it’s not the answer they want. Instead, you’re expected to present something that aligns with their grand scheme. What’s the point of doing investigations and root cause analysis when the actual answer isn’t deemed “presentable” to them? It’s like being asked to solve a puzzle, but then told your solution isn’t aesthetic enough for their gallery.

If all corporations are like this, I guess I’ll never find my dream job. Sometimes situations like this just wash away any passion you had for life. Work itself? Always straightforward and manageable. But the people? Oh boy, they’re the real bosses—complex, unpredictable, and sometimes downright impossible to deal with. This statement is eternal: It’s the human heart that’s the problem. Mark my words.

Honestly, can I just find a job where I don’t have to interact with humans? Is that too much to ask? I once saw a post about helping penguins get back on their feet when they fall over in Antarctica. Let me tell you—if all else fails, I’ll pack my bags, move there, and gladly do it for free. At least penguins don’t lie, scheme, or play politics. They just waddle around minding their own business, and honestly, that’s the kind of energy I need in my life right now.

come to mama!