Why "My Virgin Post?" Thought it would be fitting because this was my first one. Thoughts? Concerns? Not at the moment. Just chilling out after a long day @ the cube...otherwise known as work. The cube. My new domicile. Place where I hang out for the entirety of my week. With people I don't see outside of the cube. With people who make the cube their purpose in life. Y? Well that's what I guess, is all they really have going for them.
A wise man once said, "Accept that some days you are the pigeon and some days the statue."
Dilbert
I like to think that I'm the statue in my life. I hate the idea of living the rest of my days at the cube being $H*T on and not getting a dime. Though I probably have the best boss anyone could ever ask for, it's "The Man" that's gonna screw me in the end...and I know it.
All day, surrounded by phones, faxes, copiers, carpeted walls...Crazy is the first word that comes to mind. Because I must be crazy sitting at the cube when I could be going out to see the world. Doing things that man was, <Rephrase>, things that man IS supposed to be doing. But NO the man says. They = those collective set of people making up the majority mandate bills, finance charges, late fees, food, air, water, gas...things we need to survive, the essentials...They force us to work. We don't really think it's a choice. Let's not be naive here people. You know if you had a choice, you'd be out at the beach, climbing a mountain, drinking a cold one or sipping on a warm one, frolicking *spelling?* in the sun, catching a wave or downing a slope. But nope, you're also in your cube of life. Stuck until we're near death do we get to enjoy the fruits of our labors. Oh YEAH! We still have to pay income taxes. People continue to live off of us...why? Because they can. But once again THEY run the way things are around here. We do what we need to do because it would be cruel not to help your fellow human being when they are down on their luck? Really though? Get up! Go to McDonald's and get a job. Do something so I know that your A$$ is getting taxed just to pay for your self...SLOB. Harsh? Maybe. Poor....YES I AM. Sympathetic. Nope! Y? B/C I have to go to the cube everyday.
Be happy you have the cube THEY say. "You're lucky you have a job." Who are you kiddin buddy? Yeah I guess I'm lucky...but really though? I want that life the way life was intended to be lived. I want that life that Donald, Paris, P. Diddy, Elton John?... has...
Ahh but i'm so lucky! Back hurts, mind is mush...back to the cube tomorrow. Another day at it.
I have to admit, I do have the best office chair on the floor....I am lucky....
My Virgin Post...
