Just Over Broke

Sitting here looking out this office window every day for the last decade at distant sprawling hills and blue skies beyond. Hoping things would get better doing the same thing over and over. Unless I get out of this comfort zone I am just another statistic walking on thin ice.

But during those office hours while the body is only reacting and the mind is drifting far away out there beyond these four walls. Somewhere beyond those hills far away from the city life is more refreshing to the human mind and soul, then this shrinking cubicle with all its work load pressures and dead line schedules with no incentives to motivate but drive one insane.  It has all been a lie.

Who came up with this idea of a job in the first place?  Wake up in the mornings and splash water to your face. Skip breakfast because you are running late again and head out into the day like the rest of the zombies in the public transport stuck in the morning traffic that's become the norm in this city.

You clock in.  Switch on your computer .  Log into the network. Open your office applications.   Open your virtual work queue.  Start processing for the next 8 hours or more.  Then the phone starts ringing off the hook, emails are coming, faxes are coming, more paper work is coming.  Finally its time to go home.   You close your applications.  Shut down and clock out.  You travel home, have dinner and go to bed and have a strange dream about cubicles closing in on you in a psychiatric ward.   You wake up screaming and morning has just broken. You are tired you want to sleep further but you have to wake up to earn your bread and butter. So you rinse and repeat what you did yesterday...to be continued.