The Sweet Ideals of Youth...
Don't know whether I'm still qualified to say that anymore, bein' a creaky kneed ol' man o' thirty, but I am apparently still an idealist. I formally gave notice at work this week, and outlined my reasons; my objections to the design process (or lack thereof), lack of dialogue and interrogation of different ideas, and the various 'management' issues that have led to my dissatisfaction. My employer told me I was seeking an 'Architectural Utopia', and wished me a smirking good luck.
Good luck to him, settling for less than Utopia...
Your man jumping rat-like from the ship,
Arch :)
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Richard
I am disappointed. You will be receiving a visit.
The Man
Arch
Good on you, I too, at thirty, still have ideals but unfortunately not always accompanied with the courage you apparently have! You made every other city slave's thought bubble a reality.
Steve
PS Who is this "Man" fellow? You had better look out. He sounds angry
Ah sweet Utopia...where the indie kids sit, under golden trees, strumming hiphop hits.
Sweet Utopia,
you mean so much to me
Carry you around with us
You're a big country
D to Bm (Must be played while wearing a raincoat for correct palm muting effect)
Utopia, like...porno?
Ah my good friend Arch...
Tonight I raise a glass and a fist with music loud for you.
"Fuck you I wont do what ya tell me"
Kia kaha bro.
From your mate firmly in the belly of the beast.
Stef
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