The Strategy
I’ve decided that I only have two life options left. Within the next five years, I must either be my own boss or I have to change my name and work on a Syrian cargo ship and re-emerge after 15 …
Tag: Wage Slave
Square One
June in DC! When the lovely spring weather slowly slides into swampland horror. The sun glares down and it’s a humid mid-80’s before 8am. I try to walk 10 miles a day, despite my soul-murdering sedentary day job, so I …
Prayer Circle
The 6th of May is the “National Prayer Day.” I’m very sorry that I know that, but it just couldn’t be avoided since all the pantries in my office building were plastered last week with fliers and posters encouraging staff …
What do you want to be when you grow up?
This is coming up more and more the older I get: Where do I want to be in life? It’s like I’m a teenager again! SAT time! If you put your name in the right spot you get to go …
The Homeless Dollar
I work a late shift, and am often leaving the office around 7pm, trudging up the hill to Union Station, or getting in a good city mile going the other direction to the New York Avenue Metro station and pretending …
The Land
Ah, winter’s angry hold has finally broken. The first signs of Spring in Washington are upon us – namely, fleets of landscapers out preparing our corporate greenspaces for the warm weather. Whilst they labor with their hoes and clippers, surrounded …
Just Rewards
This has long been a theme for me – being indignant when people defend their wage slave jobs. I define those as everything from the most menial shit on up to the more acceptable range. Let’s just say customer service, …
Recession Proof
They’re saying that we’re officially in the land of recession, which can only mean that the end is near and we should go hang ourselves in the basements of our foreclosed homes. I’ll let you go do that before I …
Compression Ends
Today is the first day back to a normal schedule, after volunteering for a shockingly retarded “compressed” schedule that did nothing but burn my soul to cinders.
Growing Up Breda
On the Metro home last night, I offered up a prayer of thanks to the dark commuting gods because I scored an empty seat and a fairly empty car. But the commuting gods are fickle. I got the crazy car.