Revelation
Sep. 6th, 2004 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsMy job is making me sick.
It is not the endless office politics.
It is not stress or workload.
It is not the endless bitching.
It is not a lack of challenges.
I have no motivation.
I have no ambition.
I have no energy.
By the end of each day I feel sick.
It is working indoors.
Locked away each day in air-conditioned alienation, this windowless partitioned hell saps my spirit, slumps my will. Fluoresent nightmare of my waking, I was not built for this. Outdoor people should not be shut in.
How can you fly through unopenable windows?
It is not the endless office politics.
It is not stress or workload.
It is not the endless bitching.
It is not a lack of challenges.
I have no motivation.
I have no ambition.
I have no energy.
By the end of each day I feel sick.
It is working indoors.
Locked away each day in air-conditioned alienation, this windowless partitioned hell saps my spirit, slumps my will. Fluoresent nightmare of my waking, I was not built for this. Outdoor people should not be shut in.
How can you fly through unopenable windows?
