worker bees
there is so much i'm not saying.where do i find the time?
this getting up in the morning gig isn't working for me. i've accepted a full-time position with salary, but i don't know that i'm happy about it. everyone else seems to be and they congratulate me. i feel like, however, i'm about to start serving my sentence soon.
i don't know how the world functions like this.
my theory is that they make you wake up early and go to work so that you can't dream. i can't dream anymore like this. and i used to dream all the time. sleeping in till 11. i fantasized yesterday that the perfect work day would be twelve to six.
but.. like this.. in the corporate world.. people can't dream. and so they are stripped of will and hope and reflection. we become drones. or something like that.
i can't tell you who our "major customer" is. it's disgusting and disappointing.
i never wanted to be here. so how is it, then, that this is where i am?