Serious Susie here with your daily crisis of conscience.
I've come to the realization that this job isn't for me.
The crowd begins to throw rotting fruit and retreat.
But, and it's a big but, I have a job when others can't say they do. Sure, I sit in a cube that limits creativity by its very grey/turquoise nature, and yes I get a paycheck. Heck, I've got new glasses, thankyouverymuch. I like the people I work with, and I think they like me.
The crowd waits impatiently.
There's just something missing. I love chaos. I love unpredictability at work and the ensuing disorder. Here, there's order that just needs more order.
Still waiting.
I don't want to become complacently mediocre. It's already seeping in.
The crowd thins out.
I miss my Converse.
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