I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of “Admin.” The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid “dens of crime” that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
Is there a word for being in a constant state of angry/funk? I can’t think of one.
I guess I’ll have to make one up.
Here’s some thesaurus entries for anger:
acrimony animosity annoyance antagonism displeasure enmity exasperation fury hatred impatience indignation ire irritation outrage passion rage resentment temper violence chagrin choler conniption dander disapprobation distemper gall huff infuriation irascibility irritability miff peevishness petulance pique rankling soreness stew storm tantrum tiff umbrage vexation blow up cat fit hissy fit ill humor ill temper mad slow burn
And here’s some for ennui (a more technical term for funk):
apathy languor melancholy sadness tedium weariness blahs blues dejection depression dissatisfaction doldrums dumps fatigue lassitude listlessness satiety spiritlessness surfeit yawn ho hums lack of interest languidness
Let’s pick three of each:
And now, pick two that go together:
The Conniption Dumps – Yeah, that’s the ticket.
I suffering from serious Conniption Dumps.
One of the (though by no means the only) sources of my anger and my ennui (my Conniption Dumps) is that I am being swept under and drowned in waves of corporate bullshit. Real Office Space levels of mendacity. The Covid Lockdown has enabled the evil armies of schemers and buttkissers out there (they particularly flourish in hours-long zoom meetings) and those enemies of all that is human and good are running rampant across the land. The rough beast is slouching toward Bethlehem.
Today’s Flash Fiction, Sorry Dan, But It’s No Longer Necessary for a Human to Serve as CEO of This Company by Erik Cofer is a tale of such a disaster.
Although, it is implied, in this case, that the downfall of the human is an error in a company softball game. That seems, as horrible as it seems, almost comforting to me. At least it is something real.
Sorry Dan, But It’s No Longer Necessary for a Human to Serve as CEO of This Company by Eric Cofer