Today everything is worthwhile.
Itís morning. Iím still at my weird soulless job, the one where I donít have internet access and canít check out this site anymore. That sucks the most, you know. The rest of it is almost funny. If it wasn't my life, I'd find it entertaining.
The hourly workers are in a little corral of cubes, and the managers surround us, so many managers- really, do they need all those managers? There are more of them than there are of us. They watch us all the time. I was warned. They whisper about you. Cause trouble for you. But it doesnít really matter you see, because they have taken away every distraction, everything of interest, ever spark of life that could ignite us. We have been told not to gossip, not to do personal things, not to talk to others. Just work. And most of us donít have enough to do. It doesnít make sense at all. Sometimes it feels like I'm participating in some weird sensory deprivation experiment....