I pick things up I put them down

A little more than a few weeks ago at my 9 to 5, which is usually whenever to whenever, I had to move some stuff, a lot of stuff, so much stuff in fact that once the shit was moved I didn’t know where anything was. This wasn’t just a floor-move it was big time heavy lifting and arranging. I was hustling my ass and popping Ibuprofen Softgels like they were M&M’s.

So...fast forward more than a few weeks, I’m just getting used to where everything is and a desk-jockey, with an empty bottle of white-out for a brain, decides that putting everything back where it was, is optimum. Fuck optimum and the office chair it rides over the edge to hell on.

I hate it. I hate punching a time-clock, saying “how high” when they shout jump and most of all I hate that I hate it. I used to love my job, couldn’t wait to get to work and actually stayed beyond my shift just to get things looking right. Now all I want is to be home, write, take walks, naps, write, cook, clean and write. It sucks to live in ‘have-to’ land and yet where I’m at in life is heaven compared to some. I am blessed, I am thankful and yet as I contemplate my constitutional right of pursuing happiness, I’m still not satisfied.

What’s with that anyway?