Capetonification

There exists in this world those people who flex their dominion over others like the ancient gods of old. They make you promises of glory and reward and you believe their honey-coated slithering syllables and you fall hard. fucking hard.
So you offer up your time with your loved ones, put your life on hold, and allow everything else to play second fiddle for them.
These of course are the people you work for.
It's like that hot little 19 year old P.A in the next office. She's hot enough to make you pop a boner in half a heart beat, but it's pure cock-tease.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never harm me. Words will never give me that glory or reward they mentioned either.
So now what?
What do you do? Do you go on with life, silently and knowingly accepting their bullshit for what it is?
Do you look at other opportunities or ventures in the hopes that the next asshole you work for has a bit of integrity and honesty? Do you go it alone, hire some staff and become the very self-loathing asshole you once worked for?
Or do you look to your talents and hope that one of them can give you sustenance for an over-indulgent life-style that led you in search of that asshole in the first place?
It's kind of hard. I don't know the answer. Sometimes I'm too scared to find out if I can do anything on my own steam. Some would say I'm just not an entrepreneur. Some would say I'm just too much of a pussy to find out. I would probably agree with the latter. But then again, I'm an asshole.

So what about the Angels? I hear you say.
Here's the twist:
I'm sorry folks, but this is not that Robbie Williams song. That asshole was probably high when he wrote that shit anyway. This is not some biblical awakening or search for a purifying being to offer personal salvation. Mother Theresa is dead and people only do good deeds for good reviews.

So it's only you, me and the assholes.