I grow weary of having a boss and answering to people that know everything about the rules and nothing about how the game is truly being played. They may write the game, but they never play it. Maybe they feel they don't have to anymore.
I feel like I did the first week I accepted my position at my workplace. Miserable. Everything is ten times better than what it was five months ago, and I coudln't be feeling more dilapidated, more stressed, more useless. There's no excitement in this nine-to-five, insurance covered, benefit having lifestyle.
I'm not a clockpuncher. I'm not a babysitter. I'm a writer.
The city speaks. I must listen.
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