Buried Alive
A year ago, I started out with a resignation to my fate as a fawn cast far away from the folksong and the flowers, a clueless mind, and this:
Now after a year and after moving to the other end of our team's workspace and having healthcare policies drummed, stuffed and overflowing from my ears, my "area" looks like this
And everyday I manage to get home at 12mn because of this
(pity for Ms. Ticman who had very creative parents)
*sigh*
Although there had been chances of growth, I don't really see myself sprouting in that direction.
Hay folksong and flowers...wherefore art thou?
Now after a year and after moving to the other end of our team's workspace and having healthcare policies drummed, stuffed and overflowing from my ears, my "area" looks like this
And everyday I manage to get home at 12mn because of this
(pity for Ms. Ticman who had very creative parents)
*sigh*
Although there had been chances of growth, I don't really see myself sprouting in that direction.
Hay folksong and flowers...wherefore art thou?