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Typing a story in the search bar at work. how much can I fit in this small space, and what will I fill it with. Why am I choosing this, instead of a task that will make my day easier? The logic seems endlessly flawed, yet, here I am. Typing a story in the search bar at work.
It seems that I can fit as much as I want in this small space, but I still don't know what to fill it with. The freedom of my mind, while unhindered physically, is still regulated by the shackles of employment. Bottom lines form my jail cell, so I express myself only within the margins, and in the search bar of my email client at work.
Endless follow ups, and check ins, and touching bases, and support groups listed in the field below my search bar story. Many of them meaningless, and required nonetheless. 40 hours is the commitment I signed, last week I worked 45, so now I take my time. Writing a story in the search bar at work.
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Proposal for Alternatives
Cake in the Staff Lounge!
Fuck, I’m so tired.