OFFICE SPACE

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The paper clip pushing begins with a punch in to the computer clock that could be manipulated to make you on time any day you were late or leave early if too many eyes were not minding your business for you. Me, I have this thing about paper clips and thumbtack rammers, I do not feel the need to make any effort to do any of that crap. I showed up, I am here, the work will be completed. Then everyone will be happy.

At least should be happy. NEVERTHELESS, SINCE our minds like to make our own drama, misery and latch into suffering when it has convenient no one was happy. Not much I could do. There is bad health coverage to complain about, television, the woman in the office that wears heavy perfume. Pick any topic off the top of your head. Complain, and then revisit it several times a day. Let your gaze skip past those happy puffy Bob Ross clouds that may be passing by and only focus on the black thunderous ones that may be (note may be.. and not in actuality) on the horizon.

I would make some suggestions and comparative examples that must have sounded like me singing the Bright Side of Life tune from Life of Brian. Some of the office workers seemed upset that I didn't consider the work stressful. I think I described it as a different kind of aggravation. It's not the same kind as dealing with the "troubled" teens who didn't know any better. Then when I was pressed to explain further how it was different. Especially when people who you would think do know better don't and well… in reality a floor not getting waxed means nothing when you compare it to cruising around a city and hitting all the public beaches in search of your client's mom and you hope to hell that she's sober when you meet up. The things we do with floor cleaning and stuff like that… not on the same level. Sorry.

IT WAS AT THIS POINT THAT THE TON OF BRINKS WENT UP, OVER AND DOWN LIKE THE HINDENBURG.

The next few days blur into some monotonous twist. I call my employer to ask for an end date to this program. I foolishly expect "professionals" to act accordingly and fill their end of the bargain. They do don't. Two days go by and then… hey your end date was last night. Didn't you get the message? Actually the message was received the third day in, something bigger told me this wasn't where I should be... though I was told to plant little dissident seeds in the minds who were suffering in this drought. I reminded the young uns they were still young and to take advantage and do what they feel they should be doing. Transplant to that "new city", get a job, live and experience the surroundings. If it does not work, it does not work. Check your coordinates and move again.

I took some positive things away from this part of the journey. Like the Buddha reminded me in Denver.. stay on path. I strayed a little in Providence and I gained some weight because of it [hah more mental then actual physical ; ) ] Python reminded me ... always look on the bright side of life. So here I am waiting to be reassigned, uncertain and yet certain. Everything is going to be alright .