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It is true that in those cases, sheepishly returning to your desk with a stonking hangover and an embarrassing plastic figurine is the price of a free night out on the razzle with your buddies. But latterly these [[Risk Magazine|austere publications]] have been joined by obscure “networking platforms” and hitherto unheard-of “trade associations” in declaring arbitrary, meaningless and frankly outrageous awards to individuals whom you would think the simple pleasure of excelling at their calling, or failing that, being richly paid for it, ought to be reward enough.  
It is true that in those cases, sheepishly returning to your desk with a stonking hangover and an embarrassing plastic figurine is the price of a free night out on the razzle with your buddies. But latterly these [[Risk Magazine|austere publications]] have been joined by obscure “networking platforms” and hitherto unheard-of “trade associations” in declaring arbitrary, meaningless and frankly outrageous awards to individuals whom you would think the simple pleasure of excelling at their calling, or failing that, being richly paid for it, ought to be reward enough.  


But what is this you say? There might be deeper neuroses at work, nibbling away at our frail securities, dripping whispered poisons in our ear — that what we do all day has no utility in the grander scheme of life? That we are wasting ourselves; decaying; wearing away—[[Bullshit Jobs: A Theory - Book Review|frittering our fragile psyches on a cosmic hamster wheel]]?  
But what is this you say? There might be deeper neuroses at work, nibbling away at our frail securities, dripping whispered poisons in our ear — that, unless we recognise each other periodically, the crushing reality might visit us— that what we do all day has absolutely zero utility in the grander scheme of life? That we are wasting ourselves; decaying; wearing away—[[Bullshit Jobs: A Theory - Book Review|frittering our fragile psyches on a cosmic hamster wheel]]?  


How cynical.
How cynical.

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