Walking in to the sterile cold of the front lobby seemed to enact a mood of a time warp. Fiddling with this electronic card and waiting for that split second until the beep notified me that I was allowed to enter. The moment I opened the door and this asphyxiating feeling came over me. A question that enters my mind frequently and its answer drowned amidst the sound of complaining voices and the rustling of papers. Existence is the moment. And the welcome sign where there was no welcome sign should have read: leave your soul at the door. For once you stuck that electronic card against the door from the inside of the lobby, you cease your individuality and you become a simple number, actually many numbers and many passwords for that matter. From the hospital like feeling of the lobby to the oxygen lacked fluorescent color of suffocation in the glass shrouded, but windowless building was what I call my place of employment. Never forced to do painstaking labor as some here are forced to do but enough where my wits are in demand often enough. I seem to reside bettween this job and that job in the realm of realative obscurity. It must be this that keeps the _______(animal like metaphorical word for bosses or managers or supervisors) from clipping my chutes harness and which would undoubtedly send me tumbling back to earth. Not that I’m saying I’m in any kind place of power, but a highness one feels when they have little to worry about. I often am reminded that this a place for someone’s success and another’s miserey. My problems pale in comparison to them.
The men with the corner cubicles tucked away at each corner of the office are proccupied what some may call a complete waste of time, but I can call it planning and they have the power to make your day before the weekend, hell. There are only three of them, the eldest one is a happy man with a great knowledge of anything impertinent to the job at hand by todays standards, and most of the time he posesses a smile and the tone of his voice is reminesent of a TV or radio commentator with a laugh that can often reasonate clear across the floor. The other one, once my boss, is an agressively short stocky man with a razor shaved head and red haired goat-tee. The last one, and for various particular reasons for which I could rant for hours explaining to you is a dark haired scoundrel that I think would sell you out if it meant an extra dollar or some kind of temporal praise, an ominious figure that commands power from the weak and expects the impossible perfection from others, though he has room for his confidence, I and many other people find him very overbearingly unpleaseable and plain rude. It modern terms, a dick. For some, this description of this place seems very bleek. Though around the miday things change for the slightly better. Some of the people remain in their cubes trucking away diligently as their life depended on it and not budging for the slightest of distractions. I on the other hand, await this time with open arms, and no, not as you would think, for food, but for the alotted time of freedom away from the soul suffocating enviroment.
Do you as you like, forget what the morning brought, always keeping in mind that you must keep your head enough to find your way back. Did i do that, of course not most of the time. Why would i take my own advice, it's just too smart. Usually the time it's spent simply reading a book, smoking, or eating fast food while wasting away your time at the formica covered, corporatly colored table while your food is ready fast than it could’ve been cooked. Though i felt Today way different…………..
CH2
The next morning i woke up, with a terrible taste in my mouth, a slight head ache, and with same clothes i had worn the day before. The first thought on my mind was, what did i do last night and the thoughts raced through my mind like stock cars driving around bristol, never coming to a conclusion until many hours later but just running in many many circles. In the blink of my minds third eye, everything wrong happended instantly and as it turned out my stupor's thoughts were quickly erased by the telephonic cofirmations of my compadre with whom i was with last night, Mr. Jordan.
The morning however ended up imaginable to say the least. My beautiful companion and I at breakfest at a waffle house in downtown. The food always the same, good but not great. How can breakfest be great? it's so insignificant and at the same time essential, for it could be missed but your brain will miss it more. So I ordered a coffee for my head ache and for the stimulant that it would instantly provide, also was an orange jucie to go along with the feast i was about to have, it seems to hold the essential vitamins of earth that would ultimately make my day more enjoyable and bear it's longevity..... (or is it brilliance amidst the beligerance. nothing to do with the previous line, just beligerence). But i just "keep on it" as i told the lady creating good tunes at the restraunt. (Like she didn't know, of course she does. That's why she's up there playing and i can't seem to find the confined confidence to settle down at that art, my first true love). The movie, if you will let me, i could rant on for hours longer than it existed in the theater while i was there, as to why it was soo bad. First of all it was bad not because of the actor's & actresses (i know, right now the word actresesses creates stigma).(to me it's just another award in the bag, one that's deserved, just another catagory, defined by "hollywood terms") but because of the overbeaing,intrusive, product placement. To me it was hollywood at it's best and it's worst, both excesses of the thought and the reality. I will stop there, i mention no names and no titles, because they deserve not attention, nevetherless this is happening more and more with Film, the art. Beautiful things are bought, sold and traded and lose their beauty within that realm.
The men with the corner cubicles tucked away at each corner of the office are proccupied what some may call a complete waste of time, but I can call it planning and they have the power to make your day before the weekend, hell. There are only three of them, the eldest one is a happy man with a great knowledge of anything impertinent to the job at hand by todays standards, and most of the time he posesses a smile and the tone of his voice is reminesent of a TV or radio commentator with a laugh that can often reasonate clear across the floor. The other one, once my boss, is an agressively short stocky man with a razor shaved head and red haired goat-tee. The last one, and for various particular reasons for which I could rant for hours explaining to you is a dark haired scoundrel that I think would sell you out if it meant an extra dollar or some kind of temporal praise, an ominious figure that commands power from the weak and expects the impossible perfection from others, though he has room for his confidence, I and many other people find him very overbearingly unpleaseable and plain rude. It modern terms, a dick. For some, this description of this place seems very bleek. Though around the miday things change for the slightly better. Some of the people remain in their cubes trucking away diligently as their life depended on it and not budging for the slightest of distractions. I on the other hand, await this time with open arms, and no, not as you would think, for food, but for the alotted time of freedom away from the soul suffocating enviroment.
Do you as you like, forget what the morning brought, always keeping in mind that you must keep your head enough to find your way back. Did i do that, of course not most of the time. Why would i take my own advice, it's just too smart. Usually the time it's spent simply reading a book, smoking, or eating fast food while wasting away your time at the formica covered, corporatly colored table while your food is ready fast than it could’ve been cooked. Though i felt Today way different…………..
CH2
The next morning i woke up, with a terrible taste in my mouth, a slight head ache, and with same clothes i had worn the day before. The first thought on my mind was, what did i do last night and the thoughts raced through my mind like stock cars driving around bristol, never coming to a conclusion until many hours later but just running in many many circles. In the blink of my minds third eye, everything wrong happended instantly and as it turned out my stupor's thoughts were quickly erased by the telephonic cofirmations of my compadre with whom i was with last night, Mr. Jordan.
The morning however ended up imaginable to say the least. My beautiful companion and I at breakfest at a waffle house in downtown. The food always the same, good but not great. How can breakfest be great? it's so insignificant and at the same time essential, for it could be missed but your brain will miss it more. So I ordered a coffee for my head ache and for the stimulant that it would instantly provide, also was an orange jucie to go along with the feast i was about to have, it seems to hold the essential vitamins of earth that would ultimately make my day more enjoyable and bear it's longevity..... (or is it brilliance amidst the beligerance. nothing to do with the previous line, just beligerence). But i just "keep on it" as i told the lady creating good tunes at the restraunt. (Like she didn't know, of course she does. That's why she's up there playing and i can't seem to find the confined confidence to settle down at that art, my first true love). The movie, if you will let me, i could rant on for hours longer than it existed in the theater while i was there, as to why it was soo bad. First of all it was bad not because of the actor's & actresses (i know, right now the word actresesses creates stigma).(to me it's just another award in the bag, one that's deserved, just another catagory, defined by "hollywood terms") but because of the overbeaing,intrusive, product placement. To me it was hollywood at it's best and it's worst, both excesses of the thought and the reality. I will stop there, i mention no names and no titles, because they deserve not attention, nevetherless this is happening more and more with Film, the art. Beautiful things are bought, sold and traded and lose their beauty within that realm.