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Why there you are. You mustn’t go running off like that again. I was worried sick. It’s been weeks since I saw you last.
Anyway, work hasn’t gotten any better. Neither of my bosses are here today, so I have nothing to do. Thus I concluded this would be the perfect opportunity for a nice girthy live journal entry. So make a delicious roast beef sandwich with pickles, lettuce, and gourmet hot peppers, sit back, and enjoy the read.
Chapter 1: The Working Life
With a swat of the arm the buzzing alarm was silenced. The digital lights pulsed the numbers 5:15 into his face. He slowly rolled out of bed, and in forty five minutes was out on the road. So was the life for young Michael, a new adventurer in the corporate business world. As he plopped into his chair, with the humming of the computer, he felt like a condemned man, mere moments before a flick of the switch would finish him. If only a flick of the switch would end it. Instead, it trickled on for ten hours, his life being ever so slowly drained away. Perhaps if he had something to do it wouldn’t be so bad, but the piles of dreary requirements he had to read just wasn’t enough to sustain him. And on days like this, when he had no work at all, the torture was at its peak.
But young Michael persevered. Thoughts of sugarplums and turn tables kept him alive during those long days. Brief romps in the pen at night with fellow inmates kept him breathing. The days slowly passed like this. But at the same time, they went so quickly. On top of this misery, Michael awoke one day to find his most treasured prize had been stolen.
Chapter 2: The Theft
He glanced up at the calendar, noticed the date, and stumbled backward in shock. It was gone; half the summer had been stolen right from him! He tried to think back at how this could have happened. It still felt as if the summer had barely begun. Everything he had done so far could have been done in a week of the previous summer. This made him quite sad, as he finally realized childhood fun was essentially behind him. He would no longer have a month where he could just relax without responsibility. This corporate lifestyle had stolen the one thing which had meant so much to him. He wanted to flee back to school, where he seemed to have more fun. But this too frightened him. He had wanted so much for summer to come, and now that it had he wanted to flee it? Everything was so strange. These revelations, though, essentially confirmed that he could never work in an office for his career. This, if nothing else, would be a benefit to this summer.
Chapter 3: A Better Light?
Despite these awful occurrences, there was still some light left in his world of a cell. He still had the weekends, of which every one was always packed with adventures. This weekend especially, was quite exciting. If the fates sided with him, by Sunday afternoon Michael would have his own turn table, and hopefully some records with it. This device would be his salvation. He could play a record and just relax: return to a time where this lifestyle did not exist, when people sat in circles playing guitar and dancing in the flower petals. Where music itself was a lifestyle. He could not live here, but perhaps at least he could flee to it for brief moments. Maybe this would be enough.
And so we leave Michael. His story continues on, and perhaps we will run into it again. It seems the climax has already passed, but hopefully that was just a little bump on the way up to a much higher and longer plateau.
Your gas filled, needle injected, electricity conducting narrator,
Michael George Zupancic
Anyway, work hasn’t gotten any better. Neither of my bosses are here today, so I have nothing to do. Thus I concluded this would be the perfect opportunity for a nice girthy live journal entry. So make a delicious roast beef sandwich with pickles, lettuce, and gourmet hot peppers, sit back, and enjoy the read.
Chapter 1: The Working Life
With a swat of the arm the buzzing alarm was silenced. The digital lights pulsed the numbers 5:15 into his face. He slowly rolled out of bed, and in forty five minutes was out on the road. So was the life for young Michael, a new adventurer in the corporate business world. As he plopped into his chair, with the humming of the computer, he felt like a condemned man, mere moments before a flick of the switch would finish him. If only a flick of the switch would end it. Instead, it trickled on for ten hours, his life being ever so slowly drained away. Perhaps if he had something to do it wouldn’t be so bad, but the piles of dreary requirements he had to read just wasn’t enough to sustain him. And on days like this, when he had no work at all, the torture was at its peak.
But young Michael persevered. Thoughts of sugarplums and turn tables kept him alive during those long days. Brief romps in the pen at night with fellow inmates kept him breathing. The days slowly passed like this. But at the same time, they went so quickly. On top of this misery, Michael awoke one day to find his most treasured prize had been stolen.
Chapter 2: The Theft
He glanced up at the calendar, noticed the date, and stumbled backward in shock. It was gone; half the summer had been stolen right from him! He tried to think back at how this could have happened. It still felt as if the summer had barely begun. Everything he had done so far could have been done in a week of the previous summer. This made him quite sad, as he finally realized childhood fun was essentially behind him. He would no longer have a month where he could just relax without responsibility. This corporate lifestyle had stolen the one thing which had meant so much to him. He wanted to flee back to school, where he seemed to have more fun. But this too frightened him. He had wanted so much for summer to come, and now that it had he wanted to flee it? Everything was so strange. These revelations, though, essentially confirmed that he could never work in an office for his career. This, if nothing else, would be a benefit to this summer.
Chapter 3: A Better Light?
Despite these awful occurrences, there was still some light left in his world of a cell. He still had the weekends, of which every one was always packed with adventures. This weekend especially, was quite exciting. If the fates sided with him, by Sunday afternoon Michael would have his own turn table, and hopefully some records with it. This device would be his salvation. He could play a record and just relax: return to a time where this lifestyle did not exist, when people sat in circles playing guitar and dancing in the flower petals. Where music itself was a lifestyle. He could not live here, but perhaps at least he could flee to it for brief moments. Maybe this would be enough.
And so we leave Michael. His story continues on, and perhaps we will run into it again. It seems the climax has already passed, but hopefully that was just a little bump on the way up to a much higher and longer plateau.
Your gas filled, needle injected, electricity conducting narrator,
Michael George Zupancic