Vinegar Years- Chapter 2

He was in the general soup of American society now, a wage earner identical to millions of others, plodding away in a grind of payday to payday. He did not detest the actual job he did as much as the pecking order of management he was under. He quickly saw that his co-workers who sucked the boss's ass would advance themselves. The system was utterly rotten and corrupt. He found that competence was frowned on and mocked. It amazed him that people resigned themselves to the status quo. He soon equated the term "businessman" to the lowest form of human life. These bastards were devoid of anything admirable, existing solely to make money. They were to a man miserable specimens always irritable and short-tempered and quick with the sarcastic put-down. He despised his boss while he juggled the fear of losing the paycheck.