There are seven windows along the north side of my office. I can only make out the top halves of each of them from my cubicle without stretching. I only see a row of sky, slate blue sky today. An occasional bird soars by and asks me what I am doing in there. My reply doesn't reach them. The void that is my workspace acts as a vacuum in which no sound can escape, but the torturous sounds of my neighbor's bodily functions still reach my ears. The breeze looks pleasant today, the sun nice and warm. I won't feel them though until it is too late to enjoy them, in which time the vacuum will have sucked all of the ambition out of me. There are seven windows along the north side of my office. And I hate them.
Damn the electric fence. Damn the electric fence.
My mentor he is
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3 comments:
quit complaining! at least you have windows!
and even if I did have windows the only thing I'd be looking out at is either the women's correctional facility or a burrito plant. neither of which looks or smells very nice.
ooo, I'd have to go with the burrito plant myself.
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