Passion is for dreamers. Building castles in the air.

Passion is for idealists, never growing up.

Passion is for artists, starving in the name of art.

In this real world, it’s about manipulation. It’s about being hypocritical. It’s about sucking up.

It’s whether you played your cards right. It’s biting before being bitten. It’s how your twirl those mofo around your fingers.

It’s not what you do. It’s who you know.

It’s not how fantastic you worked, it’s how you bitch.

In the end, it’s how much you complain. It’s how you threaten. It’s how you brown nose. It’s how you talk.

What is the message you’ve sent?

You are telling me, it’s ok to sleep on the job. It’s ok to be stupid. It’s ok to complain. It’s ok to threaten. You are encouraging me to do so. You are sending me the message, if I don’t, I won’t get that increment. If I don’t, I won’t get that promotion. You are encouraging me to look around…

I can hear you say, "What passion? Passion, my ass!"
I can hear you say, "I am a hypocrite. Loud and clear!"

I am sorry. You and I, we just don’t together. Thanks for showing me the real you. I couldn’t have asked for more. Now, you work to gain my trust. Because what little I have, has all long gone. Now it’s your turn to work at it. You show me some sincerity. You do your part! I expect nothing less than perfection.