1. Applied deodorant
2. Adjusted ma' undies
3. Done ma' makeup
4. Done ma' hair
5. Pretended to tie ma' shoes but really was just crouching in front of my fan in a desperate attempt to stop sweating after using my lunch break to work out and not giving myself enough time to cool off/shower
6. Taken off ma' boots and socks to accomplish the same goal
7. Put contacts in/taken contacts out
8. Read like 3 chapters of Game of Thrones on ma' kindle
9. Performed several yoga poses, and one stretch that is basically just sticking out ma' boobs
10. Eaten like 8 clementines in a row
Friday, February 14, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
An Introduction
I've been here almost 5 years now. Chained to a computer that rests on a beige platform that rests on a mostly beige counter, surrounded by three and three-quarters of a shoulder-height wall covered in the beigest of beige fabric. Day after day, I toil away in my Beige Cage, writing promotional copy about various China-made wares that serve no practical purpose (though at least neither do they serve any truly nefarious end). Hurling word after cringeworthy word into the bottomless pit of consumerism that both supports my livelihood even as it crushes my creative, idealistic soul.
It is a lonely life, true, but I am not alone. There is an entire community of weary voices, quietly singing the Beige Cage Blues in stifled tones, so as not to disturb their Beige Cage Neighbors, who by now probably have Human Resources on speed dial. These voices have long demanded an audience, some patient listener who will bear witness to the hyperbolically-rendered injustices they so melodramatically endure. And this, my dear reader (Hi, Mom!), is the arena in which we shall gather, regaling you (or, more likely, each other) with our sensationalized tales of first-world hardships.
No longer will we remain silent. No more shall we endure. Nay, we shall triumph! Let our voices be our weapons, let this standard-template screen be our stage, let the Borders of Beige ensnare us no more! We are office workers, hear us complain!
It is a lonely life, true, but I am not alone. There is an entire community of weary voices, quietly singing the Beige Cage Blues in stifled tones, so as not to disturb their Beige Cage Neighbors, who by now probably have Human Resources on speed dial. These voices have long demanded an audience, some patient listener who will bear witness to the hyperbolically-rendered injustices they so melodramatically endure. And this, my dear reader (Hi, Mom!), is the arena in which we shall gather, regaling you (or, more likely, each other) with our sensationalized tales of first-world hardships.
No longer will we remain silent. No more shall we endure. Nay, we shall triumph! Let our voices be our weapons, let this standard-template screen be our stage, let the Borders of Beige ensnare us no more! We are office workers, hear us complain!
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