The above quote is from an excerpt I copied into this SCRAPBOOK post. It was the final sentence in a brief summary of a writer's impression of my hometown of Woonsocket, RI, after she visited that city as part of her research for a vampire novel.
She remarks of how especially evil the atmosphere of Woonsocket feels to her and sums up why she thinks it may be that way.
I bring this up now to equate this with my own gauge of the climate as it relates to my new job. The ghosts seem to possess this place too, and with equally as much vitriolic "terrible despite".
I reported in an earlier post the massive negative remarks I found, even before accepting the assignment, on jobvent.com and how it seemed like there were some really thought-out vents posted on this forum. Many of the comments were/are from current employees, not just the disenchanted/disgruntled separated (IE: likely fired) associates. This seemed/seems odd indeed.
But alas, it is a sign of the economy. People are staying in jobs they hate just to get by since quitting could spell tragedy in this bad job market.
Coworkers here seem totally cowed. Afraid to speak their mind and only the soon-to-be-removed have opinions differing from the unfair, inefficient, ineffective and archaic bureaucracy that is the status quo.
But I'm not intending to rock the boat. I prefer to sit back and soak it all in. Pretend it's one of my cinematic dreams, if you will. Like I metaphored (is that a verb?) for the Chase experience, I'm a spectator in the stands of the Big Top watching the three-ring circus conduct itself before me.
Unlike the "ghosts" that labor to carry their "terrible despite" like Marley burdened with his chains and ledgers, I will just clap happily and with glee as the clowns all fall down.
Down, down, down, to Chinatown.
(If you like mixed metaphors, clap your hands...)