You sit at work, hunching over, sweating, trying to prove your worth, and here, around the corner, in the shopping mall, in the middle of a paid booth stands, as per feng shui, a toilet that quietly rakes in your daily rate in a minute. It doesn’t even try to look smart or useful; it doesn’t even need to understand that if you don’t pay, a chocolate attack in your pants will become your new reality. And you know what’s the most frustrating? It doesn’t even break a sweat! No deadlines, no meetings, no 'I’m burned out'. Just flushes a piece of paper with crap — and there the money drips. And you continue to proudly call yourself a 'specialist', 'professional', 'master of your craft', while this thing earns at the level of your boss. You sit, trying to act important, while in reality, the toilet outperforms you in efficiency. And no, it doesn’t stress, doesn’t complain, doesn’t ask for vacation — it just gets the job done. And you keep pretending that someone needs you.
