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I have tentatively broken things off with Murray. I informed him that having to write about one more aluminum beach chair would probably do me in. I am currently on some sort of Ricky Williams probationary hiatus while the league of internet furniture racketeers waits for me to recuperate from my flake-out. It is possible that I will change my mind and go crawling back, but it is not likely.
As a connoisseur of the absurd, I didn't anticipate how much the pointlessness of my work would bother me, but it has broken me twice in a row. I was a model temp slave at OTC for a few weeks until the cubicle drudgery crushed me and turned my copywriting flaccid as a deflated OTC nativity scene. By the end of my assignment, I was working 23 hours a week because I was depressed and could no longer stand being there. They got rid of me but were gracious enough to let me keep my beanbag snowman.
And again with the freelance copywriting gig. It was ideal on paper. I was making good money writing from home at my leisure. I liked my boss. But the bullshit wore on me. I came to despise the work as much as I did at OTC.
In the background of all this, I have wanted badly to leave Omaha, not for melodramatic reasons or to cut ties with everyone I know, but because I want to live someplace else. I was an inopportune zit away from relocating to Madison. That was seven months ago. I'm still here.
I have twenty-something pieces of copy left to write. After that, my afternoon will be free for a world-weary walk around town and a Midnight Cowboy montage.
-Kief
As a connoisseur of the absurd, I didn't anticipate how much the pointlessness of my work would bother me, but it has broken me twice in a row. I was a model temp slave at OTC for a few weeks until the cubicle drudgery crushed me and turned my copywriting flaccid as a deflated OTC nativity scene. By the end of my assignment, I was working 23 hours a week because I was depressed and could no longer stand being there. They got rid of me but were gracious enough to let me keep my beanbag snowman.
And again with the freelance copywriting gig. It was ideal on paper. I was making good money writing from home at my leisure. I liked my boss. But the bullshit wore on me. I came to despise the work as much as I did at OTC.
In the background of all this, I have wanted badly to leave Omaha, not for melodramatic reasons or to cut ties with everyone I know, but because I want to live someplace else. I was an inopportune zit away from relocating to Madison. That was seven months ago. I'm still here.
I have twenty-something pieces of copy left to write. After that, my afternoon will be free for a world-weary walk around town and a Midnight Cowboy montage.
-Kief