[This post was actually written a few weeks ago...]
Have you been to prison? I’m in prison right now. It’s called Corporate America. I’m writing this on a Friday afternoon…the slowest Friday afternoon. I’m in the smallest/shortest cubicle created. I have no privacy so I’m pretending to write an e-mail. I’m surrounded with other co-workers who are equally dreading these last never ending hours. We’re all screaming internally but no one can hear us. It’s 70 degrees outside. Hasn’t been this nice in months. Yet we’re caged in this closed building, in our little workstations. Typing away and shuffling papers. I hear the printer going off. Someone is printing. It’s not me. Someone is actually working? I doubt it. It’s a map or a coupon, maybe a recipe. I’m continually glancing at the time. Not that it’s helping. It’s depressing. Think. Think. How can I make this better? Oh yeah. A month from now, right now, I’ll be on the beach! In Cancun. At least I have something to look forward to. I just deleted and retyped that last sentence a few times. It only helped pass a few seconds. This can’t be healthy. How long can I last doing this? One day, I’ll find a better way. Till that day comes, I’ll just have to somehow hold on to what’s left of my sanity.