It’s the twilight of summer. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and you’re basking in an overly bright office wondering, what the fuck had happened? You examine yourself, eyes tired from staring into a retina scarring monitor, annoyance heightened from 7 months of hearing lousy jokes told to you by your once rumored-to-be-hilarious coworker and brain weak from a steady diet of digesting emails.
It is in this moment that you find your heart wishing you could trade places with the landscaper because at least he’s outside, at least he can enjoy the weather. Delusions of grandeur dance into your head, you realize the path you’re headed down and wince. The clock strikes five and you wonder what had happened to your dreams? You proceed to happy hour to swallow your week in a flood of light beer and mozzarella sticks; rinse, wash repeat. The cycle continues.
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