Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Dreamjob

One hundred and seventeen minutes before midnight–the desolation inside and darkness outside began to creep into my bones (but then it might just be the air conditioning.) The boredom and monotonicity of work coupled with nice mellow music is putting me into some kind of "mental and spiritual trance" (but then again I might just be getting sleepy.)

Like a few good bottles of beer, the sentimental-slash-love-slash-break-up songs in my media player began to kick in.

I started to dream wistfully…

I dreamt of a house… a car… a beautiful wife…beautiful kids…a luxurious lifestyle…a high paying job.

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My manager woke me up the next morning. Then I was fired.