Am I Just a Battery Hen?

I want to have a rant about office jobs and I've been trying to think of a way to shoehorn it into this 'arty' blog.  I've been reading a lot of stuff supplied by friends and friends of friends who are 'livin' the dream' in far flung places, abandoning the 9-5 for a life of free-living and entrepreneurism.  A guy called Tim Ferris has a book about it called the 'Four Hour Work Week', telling you how to create your online business empire, move to a paradise of low-cost living and viola, you're free to live the 'millionaire' lifestyle you always dreamed off.

Here's some further reading....

http://untemplater.com/ by one of those friends of friends.

And here's the 'arty' shoehorn:

Graphic designer Alex Woolley came up with this little masterpiece which I think perfectly represents the average office worker.  A low wage, egg producing machine, couped-up in his lacklustre pen, eventually finding himself dead, enveloped in a cellophane coat on a foamy boogieboard - just when there's just no boogie left. No doubt this was stress induced from endless early mornings, sardine commutes, hours of pretending to be interested & the tedium of trying to fill those 7hours...binge drinking and/or drug taking at the weekend 'cattle markets' to try and escape the embarrassment that is...your life - though most of them would just call it a 'messy weekend'.  Messy indeed.
At least you saved up for a good retirement though eh?  All those years working your arse off, making it possible for some other guy to live the 'millionaire' lifestyle, while you save up for the time when you'll 'live your dreams', grey-haired and barely able to put one foot in front of another without a helping hand from 3M (they make new joints, for the uninformed).

Take note people, this is your time.

Don't be another battery hen.