the worker.
You've once thought that, you would do something different. Or maybe you still will someday. You can't quite grasp that something different concretely. But just, something different. You work in front of a computer, xyz hours a day. You don't stop. You are told to carry some continuous education. The society tells you. Your boss tells you. It's to increase your self worth for the job market, it is said. So you are a commodity of a certain market. Just like the commodities you consume daily. That passion for knowledge that was once promoted by this funny thing called university - long gone. You try keeping it alive. Majority others don't, and if not handled with care, you let it slip. You look at those concerns by scholars of all sorts, that universities have become pre-employment training ground. Once in a while they pop up in headlines. You smile at its pointlessness. You look back at your higher education, the so-called parcours professionel that...