As a guest in a place of business one day, I overheard a couple of jackass managers discussing a personality test to be given to all prospective hirees from hence forth.

"Glad I don't have to take it. I'd never pass..." said one of them.

Yeah, I've got a soft spot in my justifiable rage for you who get into the treehouse and then pull the ladder up after you. But that's just the start of what's wrong with the people who run the modern American workplace, of course, which is my inspiration for writing "Before You Hire Me."

The main problem is making work about more than just earning money. My god, these days getting a job is more like joining the priesthood, or getting married or something—only the pure, the truly dedicated and sincere shall be let in.

It helps (hurts) that I'm old enough to remember the previous workplace, where as long as you got your job done and done well, nobody gave a shit what your "attitude," "personality," "work history," or personal interests were. Like fucking pledging a sorority now, I say. Joining a country club, maybe. Thanks HR.

Mind you, the modern workplace IS a lot more like a country club these days: a place one goes to avoid hard work and to socialize.

Anyhow, this song is probably in the top 3 favorites among my audience, and if it isn't just because they also hate the modern workplace, perhaps it's the lovely dark riff and melody? The Tull-esque chug of it all?