Since it has become part of my daily life I would like to describe once again my thoughts about coping with bullshit labor.
Perform your bullshit jobs on music and a 30 minutes task becomes just too short for a Mozart sonata
Poetry in Times of Bullshit Jobs
On my screen is a translation of European data protection law. On my ears is Beethoven's seventh. A major. I listen to one of the greatest geniuses of our modernity. My fingers are moving with every measure. The vacuity of the language I observe, as it emerges on my screen suddenly enables me to see ...
Bullshit Job Rap
We perform empty tasks to protect the status quo of the one percent Hell-bent on endless wealth multiplication and profit enlargement The fruit of our labor is trickling bottom-up on the escarpment We're the indentured workers who slave for money just to pay our rent "It's the economy, stupid" preaches Donald Trump who knows how ...