Gotta start somewhere...
I'm sitting in my gray cubicle staring into the corner as I have no windows and thinking, "How did I get here..." To start, I have to stare at the corner because I was informed that only managers can position themselves to look out from the opening of their cubes. Like royalty sitting above their subjects staring down upon them as inferior creatures. I am an inferior creature? There is nothing holding me to this place I call work... Nothing keeping me in this town I call home... Nothing grounding me to this state where almost 10% of my pay is taken for taxes. It's a wonder that with nothing holding me down, why I haven't just floated off into space and simply disappeared. I've been toying with the idea of selling off all my "things" just things that I really do not have any sort of attachment to.
You can never get enough of what you don't
need to make you happy. - Eric Hoffer


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