I'm in Ohio again for work. This time, someone had the bright idea to require that I be charming, efficient, palatable, not swear and not be insane while fearlessly leading a group of people into some deeper forays with children's literature-- for 5 solid days. In my soul of souls, I'm as introverted as a person can get and so, by the end of a day during which I am continually bombarded with the energies, thoughts and arguments of 15 or so other souls, about all I can think to do is stare at a wall.
This is just to say... sparser posting is forthcoming.
Glub.
I am a corporate whore. Get used to it. I am.
(That's a total fucking lie.)
2 comments:
hello corporate whore, this is governement paper pusher--I posted a little occupational rebellion for us both on my blog.
Dear Government Paper Pusher,
oh, god... has it come to this?
How did a couple of ne'erdowell misfits like us wind up in these totally establishment jobs, man? Fuck.
For my 30th birthday, I got my membership card to the The Man club.
Guess what you're getting when you turn 30, here in about a month?
Once I've paid my dues, can't I go back to being a neo-hippie sexpot poet?
Sincerely,
Corporate Whore
Post a Comment