You Can Check-Out Anytime You Like, But You Can Never Leave

Some of my recent posts have had to do with my sucky job and how I hate my boss, etc., etc.  I’ve had this job longer than any other job I’ve ever had, six and a half years, and I wish that could be something I could be proud of, but I have long since come to feel that I’m trapped and doomed with this job.  Many times the last line of the song “Hotel California” by the Eagles has resonated with me, as applies to my employer.

It’s been such an apropos analogy that I couldn’t resist any longer.  Please enjoy my rendition below of “The Company that Created the HMO”:

On a dark desperate highway, urgent need, I don’t care
Warm smell of dark side cookies, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, was shone a shimmering site
My heart grew hopeful and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for my plight
There He stood in the doorway;
Where I ignored alarm bells
Well I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then He lit up a smile and showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to “The Company that Created the HMO”
Such a lovely space
Yeah, you’ll like this place
Plenty of room at “The Company that Created the HMO”
Any time of year, yeah you’ll like it here

Your mind is definitely-twisted, he’s got a Mercedes Benz
She’s got a lot’s of expensive, pretty toys, and climbs over her “friends”
How they dance in the graveyard, sweet victim’s regret.
Some dance to remember, some would die to forget

So I called up the boss man,
’please grow you a spine
He said, ’I haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the your day
Just to hear them say…

Welcome to “The Company that Created the HMO”
Such a lovely space
Yeah, you’ll like this place
We’re livin’ it up at the “The Company that Created the HMO”
What a bad surprise, kiss your hope good-bye

Mirrors show reflections,
of something you’ve grown to hate

She said ’we are all just prisoners here, you’re just one more inmate
And in the boss’s office,
They gathered for relief
He stabs you with his steely knife
In the back, your defeat

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I have to find a way to get back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ they all told me,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

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