“Aqui estou mais um dia sob o olhar sanguinário do vigia...” – nem sempre essa música faz parte da vida de um presidiário... Pensando bem, quem não tem um vigia na vida? Pais, namorado, amigos, primos, aquela tia que ama fofocar, chefeeeesss... *sigh*.... these last ones... Sometimes i think they have in mind that they are our owners... Ok… They pay us so we can buy our things, they keep us alive, but NO! they can’t determine which clothes we have to use or what time we must come back from lunch… ¬¬ (yeah! Old story… We work to live, we don’t live to work!)
We work so damn much here and all we hear is time for lunch, time to come… and to leave? Nothing? Don’t we deserve some time to spend with our friends / family during the week? =P I think so! When we leave on time we receive repressive stares like we are doing something wrong or illegal… Are we born to be robots? I think I’m too stupid… I didn’t study that long for this shit… did i? =/
More and more I think that I need to run my own business… but all that mess and headaches of being a boss is too much, isn’t it? People tell me it only happens here… I watched the fall of my boss’ hair, the born of an ulcer in the other one, the breaking of a marriage, another losing his child’s growth… bah! At what price? Some money? Some fucking money?
Do I complain too much? Maybe… Do I have to be the first one to change something? Maybe… Do I need to review my priorities in life and stick with it? Maybe… But one thing I know for sure… I need the money here… So do I just keep my head down and obey??
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