I just got let off of my job of one week. One week! One fucking week! The second of two one week jobs I've worked this summer!

I think we have a failure to fucking compute here. I am the guy who missed high school math because the school stuck me in the ED room with juvenile delinquents, drug abusers, and autistic children. Why? Because I had fucking ADD, apparently. See, it's this mind-eating virus that only intelligent people seem to have. Failure to fucking compute. See, when sitting there at a cash register, I'm think about ten million other things, because I don't have a limited margin of though enough to do it. We can't slow down to go over WHY or HOW processes are in place, you just do it their way, well, even though "their way" consists of 3 different people telling you "their way" of doing it. And then to top it off, they tell you to "find your own way".

We, the ADD kids of America, the ones who didn't want to become doctors or lawyers, who didn't make it to middle school basketball practice, whose home life wasn't peachy or white trashy enough to permit a narrow frame of mind, we are going to someday be the person telling you where you can stick it. But you won't ever see us, because we won't be your higher ups. We will remain in our little world, you remain in yours. I can't be part of your system. I apologize profusely. I am the one who will create the gloriously convenient products you sell.  We are the enlightened ones who take ourselves out of the world, we dream so you can buy our dreams, so you can suckle our dream-teats. All that manual labor you're doing, what to you get out of it? You get our work. The creatives.

ADD and the artisan class will always go hand in hand. Everyone else is too worried about "real life". But how real is real life?