Done.

Over.

Gone.

Whatever motivation I have in doing things, whatever I had about being gung-ho doing my job….GONE.

What’s the point?

Big changes happened in the past few months.

Top level execs being fired because the owners are being fucking petty.

New leadership comes in and now our agency’s future is uncertain.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on.

There will be more beheadings in the coming weeks, to get rid of the old loyal guards that were on the side of the ousted top-level execs.

What’s the point?

What’s the point of even continuing, putting in the effort?

From here on out…bare minimum.

Quiet quitting.

That’s the plan.

Fuck everything.

I’m so over it.

So. Fucking. Over. It.

Fuck.

There’s no point.

I know that I’m being dramatic. I have it good at the moment.

I’m still employed.

I’m still respected and sought after in the agency to help and do work.

I’m valued by the masses, which I’m there for to help.

But. Fuck the owners. Fuck the Trumpers. Fuck the Billionaires.

Fuck’em.

Life.

How is it?

It’s been a while since I’ve done a mind dump.

A long while.

Just no motivation.

I’m trucking along, grasping at whatever hope that I can, to whatever dim light that I can find at the end of this dark ass fucking tunnel that is the world in 2025.

The 2025 First-Year election happened last night and it was a blue wave. Mamdani won! Hopefully this is the sea change that we all need to propel us into the future and take back our country from these MAGAts.

But, with the government shut down with no hint of it going back to business is exactly what Trump wants.

With the government shut down, it’s the soft coup that they want to maintain their dictatorship.

He gets to do whatever fucking illegal shit that he’s doing and ignore laws, the constitutions, and whatever court orders, because he can.

There’s no one to police him, when the police and the enforcers are on his side.

He wants violence. He’s provoking us into violence so they can bring up the Insurrection Act to declare Martial Law.

That’s the end game.

The plan and trajectory are clear.

All of this because whites don’t want to be the minority.

Fuck’em.

Fuck’em.

Our Fall All Agency Meeting is coming up. This will be the first one after the firing of our old leadership.

It’s the dawn of the new regime.

Our theme? Reengineering: for Today, Tomorrow and Beyond

Fuck that.

Call it what it is, a rebranding of our identity, a coming out of our new regime.

It’ll be interesting to see what the top execs will say about our future and the current state of the union.

I have no hope.

I have no faith.

It’s a wait and see.

I definitely need to get on with updating my resume and LinkedIn.

Fuck’em.

Fuck. ‘em.

FUCK.