I stood up, and grabbed my empty cup of coffee, and began walking in the direction of the filling station which happened to be a bit closer to the anthem's broadcaster. I could see a very large American flag hanging from the ceiling in the vicinity of the speakers from which the song was blaring.
I noticed many more individuals standing up at their desk, some with their hands over their hearts, as the music played on and I filled my cup.
I returned to my desk confused. I have worked in government contracting agencies. In my capacity as a civilian software developer, I have worked with men and women dressed in military uniforms. I have never seen the national anthem played as a matter of course in a private office building before.
As I returned to my desk in my lonely anti-nationalist, pro-globalist depression, I contemplated the utter misery I experienced during my commute into work this morning.
Do I love my country? Nope. Not a bit.
Do I love my fellow citizens? Yup.
But I hate them on the road, because they (my fellow countrymen, my nation) refuse to pay for roads and infrastructure sufficient to prevent an entirely miserable existence for most of us.
And yet we display our reverence for the status quo, in our office, with a soundtrack.