Office Space...
I am sitting at a desk right now in Philadelphia, doing most exhilarating office work. Trying to put the old weary brain to use for the first time in a long time. If this were my full time job, I would fucking kill myself. In fact, give me cancer now, God! Which brings me to the question... Is this what people are trying to achieve in life? When people use the term "mind-numbing", they must be talking about working in a cubicle, amidst a sea of white collared shirts and pantyhose. I have been filing a bunch of legal bullshit from 9 to 5:50pm. My eyes won't uncross. I'm scared. Answered the phone a million times, mastered transfering calls and hanging up on people. Drank a lot of instant coffee and took too many smoke breaks. But you all know the drill. I really don't know if this is worth a six figure salary? I even have a Swingline stapler; all I'm missing is Milton muttering to himself in the next cubicle. Oh God, I need to get out of here. I can feel my artistic and creative talents being sucked out of me by the minute; wait maybe that's just my soul...
Not so Sassy,
Savannah Jo
Not so Sassy,
Savannah Jo