Wednesday, October 13, 2004


I was late for work today. the Eisenhower was fucking hideous. Cars lined up in unrelenting gridlock all 18 of the miles to my place of employment.

I rode up the elevator, my eyes focused on the lit up numbers climbing to my destination, avoiding the possibility of awkward conversation with other unpunctual elevator people.

I stared at my computer screen for hours and participated in closed door meetings.

I manipulated excel spreadsheets and word documents in a way only a young professional could.

I slugged down weak office-made coffee from a mug prominently displaying the college I used to attend.

I licked envelopes and fed them through the Pitney Bowes mail meter with a passion and conviction never before seen in a corporate environment.

I participated in guarded, pointless, political office conversation, where no party affiliations or opinions of any kind were expressed.

I jotted down notes and ideas in a spiral notebook, even though most of the time I can't even read my own handwriting.

I placed important documents into file folders, and crumpled papers of little or no significance into balls and tossed them across the room towards the trash basket yet again verifying the fact that I'll never be a professional basketball player or a waste paper basket champion.

I spoke on the phone to collegues with enthusiam and a go getter attitude, when in reality all I wanted to do was "go get" home to watch mediocre t.v. programs with laugh tracks and stale one liners, drink stiff drinks, and get up the next morning to start the whole drill over again.

And at some point in the day I realized I was wearing two different color socks.