Get To Work...”

Cue an entire week of hopelessly scrambling and failing to meet deadlines.

This semester, we have been reading Capitalist Realism by Mark Fisher, and it has been a uniquely raw and frustrating experience for me. On virtually every page I see the gormless face of my boss staring back at me, telling me to ‘be more enthusiastic’. More enthusiastic about the lack of stability in my life, more enthusiastic about the treadmill getting ever-faster, more enthusiastic about my craft being made obsolete by He insincere neo-liberal face slapped onto the inescapable machine that seeks to use me up and throw me aside. If I quit this job, his avatar will be waiting to greet me at the next one, too.

Hence, I seek to escape this ‘profession’ before obsolescence comes for me and move back towards pursuing academia. It’s already being suffocated under capitalist realism, but the threat appears less immediate.

Rest assured, it is there—go ahead and ask your tutor how they feel about the Humanities merger. Or ask me. The degree I’m currently sitting will vanish next year. It was my second choice — the one I wanted vanished last summer.

Anyway, thanks for reading. My next article will be about how to make a really great banana on toast.

(This article was written 12/03/23. On 14/03/23, we all got fired.

“I’m afraid our time for collaboration is over.”

Our contracts specifying thirty days’ paid notice were ignored—he apparently “can’t afford it.” I have not even seen pay for days worked this month, and I’m not very that confident I will. My longer-