I hate my job
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 123 views | 0 comments
More and more, I'm tempted to pick up my ugly blue customer service phone and smash it through the computer screen. I want to hear lingering echo of the crash of splintering glass, and the blitz of dying circuits in the silence afterwards. I want to see the sparks spilling out of the lethal starburst hole in the screen, the tiny diamond shards glittering over the dirty keyboard and the grey desk. Then I want to tear the fuzz grey carpet-coverings from the frames of my cubicle walls, rip them in six uneven halves and fling them away. Ah, the peripheral view of previously friendly but aloof supervisors and gossipy coworkers coming up on me swiftly aside, all eyes dark, mouths terse, bodies wary. Then, maybe I'll be free, I think. But of course that isn't true. It's just my frustration speaking. It's just me, trying to wake myself up. I can't afford to be fired.
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