,Another day, another coffee marathon. I think my hands are shaking for no reason other than the amount of caffeine I have absorbed. I can feel it going through my system, slowly waking up every single pore in my body. It’s like an internal alarm clock that also tastes like the bitter cousin of chocolate. What nasty delight that I am forcing upon my body so that I can file this one document. Could do what everyone else is doing and start going healthy with tee, but that wouldn’t be as effective. Fighting the internal struggle not to fall victim to my heavy eyes is already enough trouble that I don’t waste my time waiting for a little bag to pass on its existence into a cup of boiling water. That just seems nonsensical if you ask me, I mean until it is done I probably have already turned my keyboard into a pillow while sending my boss an email with the message “ZZjkjlkdjfashdfua idfushdifaosfudad fsdhffishdiuahsdh fuaishfdfhasiufdhawui, sir!”. Probably not a good message to send, when you are face planting the desk.
You know what I find fascinating? The fact that a group of people collect on one spot. All doing similar jobs and activities. Everyone is trapped within a small cubicle that is their little world. Imagine spending your entire life being told that social connections are an essential element of your professional career, only for your employer to stick you into a small box to never speak to those that surround you. Well, you can talk to them if you want, but speak too long and more work is your punishment. I think my studies lied to me. They made marketing sound like a joyful experience full of creativity and wonders. Now, I creatively wonder how I can piss of my cubicle neighbour by flinging a rubber band over to his side. Best part is that he has no idea what is going to hit him.