I hate boxes, the figurative ones. The ones we put ourselves in even when we want to be or know that we are free-spirits. The stupid boxes suck. They suck the life out of all of us and make everything monotonous. I hate papers. I hate pushing papers. I hate paper-cuts. I hate recycling paper (even though we should all be recycling, but stay with me.) I wasn’t put into this world, with this mind full of unrealistic [but possible] goals for this. I’m impractical, and impractical people can’t be ordinary.
Today is one of those days, where I repeat in my head over and over again “Is this really it?” The answer every single time is, “Hell no!” I think I reached today’s breaking point when I was told (mind the wording, not even asked) to plan the Christmas party. I’m all about Christmas, but what the hell? Is this all I’m worth, the event planner for a stupid Christmas party. I’ve got responsibilities, too. Why prioritize a Christmas party? Are you joking? You must be joking.
It’s also worth mentioning that for whatever stupid reason, I had the “responsibility” to find a picture of a flower to put on a “Certificate of Appreciation.” My co-worker and I spent the majority of last Friday on finding a stupid flower to put on a certificate. What. The. Actual. Fuck.
I’m sorry for being blunt, but I think there’s a point that we all come to and realize that we’ve really settled. It’s horrible. It’s the worst. Please do as I say and not as I do. Follow your dreams, people. I think it’s time to get the hell out of this cubicle.