Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Why I usually prefer not to talk about my job



Don't get me wrong: I am thankful for my job. It pays the bills, gives us health insurance, buys food, and provides shelter. But when I forget to think about those benefits, I can almost see the abyss rushing up to meet me. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: people were not made to spend 8 hours a day in a cube with gray walls. Fortunately, we were created with a sense of humor.

1 comment:

Christy said...

I hear ya! I feel exactly the same way about my job. One day I will vanish completely and they will wonder where I went... only to find that I was sucked into the giant black hole that is my job. I loved that comic!! Hang in there... Perhaps someday soon you will have a less dismal job to trudge to every day!