It's difficult to blame the whole negative experience on Sergio, or even on the Weasel. At times, especially when awakening in the morning out of a dream, I realize my input into the situation. But it's just as difficult to blame it all on me, which is what the Weasel wanted to do. Each individual working there contributed his or her small part to the net conglomeration of misery that we all experienced. It was an exceedingly bad mix of people, assembled for the sole purpose of making money and existing without overt hostility, so that the whole place seethed with unexpressed disagreement, because those who would express it were eventually gotten rid of, and those who remained felt they could not say a disparate word. This condition leads to frustration and discontent. It's not any one person's fault that the mix of people resulted in everyone not expressing his or her personal feelings and/or pathologies, but they were felt nonetheless by the group, because you can repress those experiences, but you can never negate their effects. They will be felt, without ever knowing exactly why, when their motivation comes from an inability to express them easily, until the whole situation seethes with an ennui of purpose, a contradiction of emotions, no one ever saying what it is necessary to say in order to be normal. It's no one person's fault, being the motive of the whole. But it was Sergio's responsibility, because it was his company. He assembled it, and he maintained its existence. I want it to have been the Weasel's responsibility, because I hate her pathology the most, and because I like Sergio, still, even though I remember him sometimes with disgust. I have to see Sergio as the ultimate blamee. He is where the buck stops. He should have known better, except that he is as weak as everybody else is. He is a puppet of his own tortured soul, his unconscious drive to do whatever it is he has to do--to make money, to insist that none of it be wasted, to drive his employees, via his management "team" (at our best moments we were never really a team), to the brink of exhaustion and stress to get the absolute performance for the minimum of cost. He's a sick individual and his sickness has spread across this nation like a plague. It's called capitalism, and it is rampant, and its effect is ruining this country, and the world. Not that I am a communist, but neither am I a capitalist. When any dichotomy is rationalized, the truth lies somewhere in between.
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