Confessions by the water cooler part 2: I am the problem
6.1.05
The halls of this corporation are coated in brown and light brown. There is the typical “break room†with coffee maker, microwave, and water cooler. It’s just such a lovely thing.
The people who work here are “niceâ€. They buy houses and drive SUVs. Once you get past the bad mainstream hip-hop (as opposed to good underground hip-hop, by the way, why is it that the good stuff never gets popular?) and Old Navy clothing, my co-workers are pleasant.
Therefore, there is only one logical conclusion: I am the problem.
Driving for an hour and forty minutes to get here, I realize that THIS IS NOT ADVENTURE! It’s not that I live far away. Everything in eastern Massachusetts takes an hour to drive to. It’s simply that the last two miles consume forty minutes of my morning, every morning, and today all I wanted to do was leave my car and walk away. F#%k it. The job pays well, but it’s so dull, and it’s not living. It’s not adventure. It’s not a rock n’ roll tour. It’s not a mountain to climb. It’s not a place that I’ve never been to before.
It’s a job. Yuk.