Not only is it apparent that, under the tying of a business, we all walk through the first doors as unique and contemplative persons, that from the advertisement of a role, find ourselves summoned into a world where our indifferences, under temporary observation, are buried. Only to find that the very nature of ourselves is permitted exposure in various moments; its entirety must never be shown, for if it did, the reality that has been formulated by consistent efforts to keep environments professional and tamed would flourish like a flower, and its blossoming would be annihilated instinctually and immediately. Here, one would be forced to leave the stage not with applause, but with their head turned to the ground, with the occasional utter confusion as to why, for the sake of their authenticity being exposed in a riddle, they have just been removed from an experience where many other humans are still experiencing without themself.

Under the farce of working environments there is a consistent drive for the collective to purge the possibility of the tragic comedy manifesting in its completion. The Roles one plays in these environments shields the possibility of the secret breaking the light of day and be seen, this is the heart of the creed of a team of employees, all of which understand the thing they are committed to performing for the overall improvement of something that has nothing to do with themselves is fundamentally a tragedy to which they register its appearance in allocated timeframe's and through the closeness of mutual relationships that sprout in canteens, changing rooms, hidden places on the workfloor and the like.

The nature of working is something that is not pursued for gains in happiness nor for an interaction with the divine, it is not something chosen for a sense of pleasure, though in various industries one can find pleasure in their work, but not true pleasure, not the pleasure acquired for pursuing goals and developing ones conscious activities. In a working environment everyone is cohersed under a declaration, that in itself is a theme that is carried outside of the working environment and naturally occurs when human beings are allocated in the same space at the same time. In its simplicity, the work environment is sustained by the commitment to continually lie to one another about one's spiritual stake in the world, while blending in with the collective impositions.

The farcical element about life is that as we continually strive endlessly towards things that are forever changing, desires for the future, desires for the present, future thoughts of movement, the burdens and memories of the past, which is fundamental to this observation.

As we acquire contents in our psyches, we meet them head-on with an aroused and partially skeptical gaze. The things that appear to us in daydreams, in casual thoughts, are taken as things that happen to us, rather than as things we create. This victimhood is installed from the horizon and is surpassed by acting out and both pursuing and harnessing the thing that had arisen. This, though, is a smokescreen—one's willing belief that they have surpassed and conquered the arrival of the process of the contents of their thinking that leads to authentic understanding. Again, it is a comedic installation of acquiring something for the sake of acquiring it, not with any cause, but simply to obtain a thing and eternally keep obtaining things.

Things that are strictly mental.

The very arrival of this anomaly finds itself in every human being. As we gather under the declaration and rules of the working environment, the truth of thinking and thoughts is almost forgotten. The weight of the show is what preoccupies others, and the roles embodied in this show are not entirely consciously chosen. The transference of the character of an individual upon their engagement with the environment is where what I call the "snatching" of presence occurs.

The mandatory conformity steals self as sensations appear that hijack the body to restrict the body to move in conforming manners, manners which reduce authentic exposure under the fear of loosing the job. The theft of presence here is the presence of self that one knows and understands when they are alone, in their own company—the space that allows you to be with yourself. In the working environment, there is no space for one's presence of mind, as it is always bombarded by the overall script being performed. One is stuck in it and has to partake in it to survive the fleeting moments of the working day. So, there can be no time to openly express what one understands themselves to be. Therefore, one must find a space within the script but away from the other actors, who may impose an element of scene-stealing.

Scene-stealing refers to a situation in theater, film, or television where an actor, often through their performance, charisma, or actions, unintentionally or intentionally draws the audience’s attention away from the main action or other actors in the scene. This can disrupt the balance of the performance, sometimes overshadowing the intended focus of the moment.

subtle social pressures,

or the suppression of dissenting opinions

This theft of presence leaves the individual to surrender to the aberrations of the social dynamic, where one can easily forget they have a life outside of work. The entertainment one receives during this dissociation often results in finding the things their coworkers say overly funny—granted by the higher-ranking members of the team and organization. The falseness is not an immediate risk or threat to seeming out of character within the environment, but it is the same process that carries through the ranks of the organization. It is the same artistically appealing mandate that dictates the most suitable form of interaction.

The interaction appears as a joyful interval, something elevating and primal on its surface, but it can easily slip into sheer absurdity—a drive that compels the team to behave as if they are in a reality TV show. The cameras take the form of the other employees in the circle who are not spoken to or interacted with most of the time. An established circle of people has access to the most intimate form of information between the few. Here, status roles manifest. The status of the individual is permitted by both their tolerance and participation in the delivery and extraction of social life in the workplace.

When one is told to be respectable and professional, they are obligated to act accordingly to these protocols. One realizes that everyone is in the same show, following the same script, but each individual must be treated uniquely because it is acknowledged that everyone is different. This is the lowest, most superficial level that marks these style of mandates. From this application, roles and treatments are created, where some will be treated better than others. Snarky interactions can become more present if there is a more authentic micro-collective in the environment than casual strict role players that have been truly convinced that the person they are in these settings is who they are by destiny and have been appealed by nature as some modern micro thespian.

It is from these mandates of installed humor and participation that the vaudevillian nature of working life becomes strictly chaotic and comedic. This mandate, which governs all centralized action and interaction, generates tribalism among the employees. Each person lives within their own "office culture," developing unique traits, understandings, and moral inclinations in rebellion against the supposed freedom that the internalized workplace offers. Everyone is free to interpret the world as they wish, and in applying this truth to the work realm, the mad undertones of a working environment come to life, fueled by the strange ties everyone has to their job roles.

The strangeness of these mad undertones is where quiet rebellions are submerged, making themselves known through intervals of the imposed order. This becomes the incubator for anti-policies within the company—where everything that is acknowledged but, for the sake of keeping the job, is buried and ignored. It is the unconscious storehouse of the company itself. Here, the receptionists become whores, the team leaders turn into entertainers, and the workers become background performers. The circus show is activated, and the secrecy of the public ever discovering how life truly is as an employee becomes the equilibrium for the social exhibition that takes place for only the select few.

These environments exist in every physical building where a business is housed. The nature of human beings, in their capacity to interpret the impossible and experience the impossible, gives the operations of a business a absurd side. Often, the darkness of this reality is a comedically charged tragedy—seeing humans slave away their identities just to get by in the world. It is a dark romance with our motivation for securing the randomness of our desires. When they are placed under a declaration as unnatural as the order of a business, it makes me wonder if anything is truly as it appears. Maybe all of this is something that says nothing at all. In the end, we are made to work, exchanging our lives for tokens of survival, until the final curtain falls and we ripen before the farewell.