Really, it's about time after two months of being unemployed and pretty much laying around on my broke ass. And honestly, maybe it's just Wednesday, and raining (again) and I'm just feeling frustrated with the drudgery and the forced standards society imposes... or that I'm tired and JUST got home because I got stuck in a call and missed my bus and have no other way of getting home.
But today I feel a little crushed by 'the man'.
I should think of things I enjoy about work-- forget about the early mornings, the jolt of the city bus, the cold the people carry around with them and radiate (fucking Canada), the lack of sunlight, the monotonous and tireless phone calls, the perky coworker, the disgusting catch-phrases....
Things I like about work:
- free breakfasts (quiche and bagels)
- cubicle decorating
- snacks
- coffee
- money. money, money, money, money! Sustenance-- yippee!
Here is a picture of free breakfast that slightly dulls my despair about where my life is right now:
Still, I don't understand how people are 'fulfilled' by their jobs. I don't understand how people define working as success, how people take the MEANINGLESS bullshit they do every bloody day and esteem and define themselves by it. Nothing you do matters. Nothing I do matters.
Funny how when I have NO time, that's when I suddenly wish for time to paint.
Herein lies the flawed nature of this beast.
Unrelated: I'm loving the new layout options for Blogger-- perfect for a lazy comeback for my one year anniversary! Thank you, Blogger!
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