The E! Entertainemnt corporate whippings have ceased for a small moment so that the eternal cubicle slaves can partake in the annual Thursday Bagel Feast. In some way, and I know this is the essence of it all, the slaves rejuvenate on that one day and say "Hazzah!" before going back to their now brightened lives of hard, back breaking work.
In other words, no matter how happy I am eating my Thursday Bagel I still realize that it is nothing but a corporate gift given to appease the building anger and resentment forming in it's employees' stomachs. And sadly most of the time it works.
We've become people of repetitive motion. Like Cleo waking me up in the morning to feed her CANNED food, I have been tamed.
*sigh*
I got a small glimpse of hope today though. I found out a few things about the slaves sitting beside me. Shivaune, for instance, is going to Tuesday classes to become a news anchor. Willis, on my right, goes to The Improv at night and does stand up comedy. I AM NOT THE ONLY CREATIVE TRYING TO BREAK FREE! It seems in some way everyone here is just here for the substantial benefits of paying off rent.
It's a small thing, but it makes me feel better knowing I am not alone.
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