I was fired from my job today. A remarkable sense of freedom has enveloped my being, and for awhile I drift unencumbered by the rift that characterized my employment. In terms of economy, what I produced and was paid for was security. As a producer I secured the safety of the client, and was required to uphold its interests above all others. This ’security’ that I produced was an intangible miasma that I could not take home with me, could not see, touch, or experience in any way. It was ultimately a ‘feeling’ that I was producing, for to be secure is ultimately to feel secure. And this feeling of security was not even mine. It did not belong to me for even an instant. Because I had no emotional ties to the company whose assets I was supposed to secure, this feeling was far from a true objectification of my individuality. In fact, such objectification was actually perceived to be at odds with the task at hand. I was not supposed to fraternize, I was not supposed to be ‘friendly’, and the endless bureaucracy required to accomplish even the most menial of tasks such as opening a bloody door, marred the ultimate usefulness of the operation itself, elevated the cause above the effect. It is no wonder that I stopped giving a shit about my job a long time ago, and today’s events were long overdue. Sun Life Financial is not a bad company. It is a good ‘corporate citizen’. It pays its dues by dipping into a few charities, funding a few arts programs and treating its employees well. Apart from the fact that during World War II, securities from the highly secret bonds from the UK held in the vaults of Sun Life (including, purportedly, the Crown Jewels), helped to finance the war, it is a good company. It has made amends.

I must now make mine.