Workforce

On the train this morning, as I'm stuffed like a sardine between a large, sweaty man and an agitated, twitchy woman, I had the same revelation I have every morning on the way to work....I don't want to do this anymore!!! Really it's not fun for me, as I'm sure it's not fun for the other 300 people in my subway car trying to force their eyes open with a large coffee. I don't know who decided that humans should spend the majority of their waking hours for the majority of their able-bodied lives crammed into fluorescently-lit cubicles and "speaking" through keyboards, but whoever it was, they should be stabbed in the eye. What makes it even funnier to me, is when the 50-year-old Amazonian woman who pretends to be "security" in my building holds the elevator door insisting that I show her my building pass. I have been slowly losing my mind on the 11th floor for over a year now, do you really think I would be sneaking IN to this Manila-colored asylum? Sneaking OUT, now that's a much more likely scenario.

And I know, such is life. Sweetpotato always says, "They don't call it work for nothing." Isn't he just so clever? He certainly thinks so. And to think, I spent my entire adolescence attempting to race into adulthood only to find it incredibly unglamorous and significantly more expensive than I had anticipated. I suppose most kids are like that, rushing through their teens toward some high-paying, exciting job that doesn't exist so they can purchase expensive yachts and summer homes that they will never actually be able to afford. Someone should really tell them to slow down because not only does your future arrive way too quickly, but it is quite often under-financed and poorly lit.