Isn’t that odd? — Since more than six years, I work at this palace of glass. Every damned single day from mondays to fridays. And since the first day, I ask myself, where the point of making a career is.

What is career? You’re studying at university, then doing you’re dissertation. And then? You’re one of the many writing Standard Operating Procedures. What’s career? Being, one fine day, the one who signs these SOPs instead of writing them? Where is the point of that?

So many supposedly clever and studied people here, but are they really this clever? Or are they cogs, well-payed cogs, trying to make a career … whatever that means?