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May 13, 2008 13:59

I work a lot. As a matter of fact, it's all I do. But it's a means to an end... Portland. Next spring.

It was Friday around noon. I was done with my work and having a particularly bad day. I went outside to break the monotony for a moment, and after feeling the warm sun and cool breeze, I decided it was a crime to have to sit inside. With Scott's help, I promptly went inside and whipped up a story while quickly packing my bag. My mother was having "chest pains" and I needed to "take her to the hospital". With a worried, near crying look on my face, I raced out of there. I started the car, and driving away, and the frown transformed into a grin, and I cheered and cackled as I opened the sunroof. Fuck the man. That's the thing - I get paid for enjoying the beautiful day either way. I choose freedom.

The socks I'm wearing now were purchased on that day I lied my way out of work on the most beautiful spring afternoon of the season so far. When I look at them, I smile, because I know that even though I may think I'm trapped in this corporate cage, I am truly free.
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