Career Day

Sometimes we laugh at things because they are just painfully true. That's why I love this Dilbert strip.

That's me, spending forty hours a week in a cubicle, pretending that the fluorescent light is really the sun and that my computer screen is a window into the world. Luckily, I don't have the idiot supervisor that uses fear to coerce work. But my office is rows of cubicles in what are called "six packs." That's how they come, like a six pack.

I feel like I'm being warehoused. Aged to retirement. In the summer, we try to get out of the office. Our work (which shall remain a mystery) requires it. But in the winter, we're like bears that hibernate. I rarely see the sun and suffer from seasonal affective disorder because of it.




But the upside of it all, if you can call it that, is the camaraderie that I have with my coworkers. It's like we're surviving the warehousing together. Something a little more mild than POWs.




And, I shouldn't have to say this, but I will, one key component to survival is coffee. The caffeine flowing through your blood reminds you you're alive and kicking.




Baltimore was beautiful today. It was 80 degrees with a fabulous cool breeze. You could drink hot or iced coffee and be comfortable. The evening cooled down to 70. I wouldn't guess this is a Baltimore summer, but I know that ever oppressive humidity is on its way.

Coming up in future posts I'll talk about Michael Bloomberg, Mayor of New York City and possible third party presidential candidate. I'll also discuss how Starbucks has worn me down.