Movin' On Up

As I sit contemplative at the computer, I am serenaded by the soundtrack of the night, the low roar of over-intoxicated, under-worked, horny-as-hell college folk gallivanting around the block and drinking themselves into youthful oblivion… those lucky bastards. I wish I could afford to be so carefree and stupid now. There’s no time for that after college. I’m tired right now. From working in an office all day. In college I’d take naps after I woke up in the afternoon. Now the idea of naptime is like a dirty thought I have to suppress when I’m at work, a forbidden fantasy ne’er to be mentioned in the office. I miss naps.

I also miss completing a ‘major’ assignment and knowing right after that I had literally no work to do for the next few days. That would be like you handing in a major report to your boss, and him saying “ya know what, Josh? I’m gonna’ let you do whatever the hell you want for the next two days. Sure, you should come to work, but relax, maybe wear some pajamas or something.” That’s exactly what if would be like.

But there definitely is something nice about getting dressed up early in the morning and heading off to work. Makes me feel less like a societal leech and more like a productive member of society. When I’m decked out in my dress shirt, slacks, and black dress shoes, people see me and think, “there’s a kid who works at an office gets coffee and filing papers, practically for free. He’s going places.” I must note that that’s not an accurate description of my job. I also answer phones. Check me out.