Loving to hate what you do. Not exactly.

For over 20 years I played the role of the Grimm Reaper. Taking computer systems offline, canceling accounts and remote wiping out cell phones. At first I had a conscience. I was deleting and cleaning up systems that belonged to coworkers. I was removing information of friends. I would get the news in confidence, that someone was going to lose their job. I would know of their death/ firing long before they had a clue or even finished their breakfast. The day would start off as normal and end with me wiping out their existence. taking their computer data and computer soul back to my tomb of old employees (ARCHIVE). I make a living off of my technical skills and over the years, perfected the right recipe for removing someone from existence. I stopped asking why and decided look a little deeper. Some of these employees put themselves into the situation they are in. eating breakfast at their desk after the work day has started. taking smoke breaks 30% of the time at work and leaving the job without completing preset deadlines. I love what I do for a living, but hate the emotional part of assisting in the dismantling of an individual.

I guess we all need to take it one day at a time and rethink all of our actions.

I love what I do for a living, but Friday another one will be gone.