the work life

I sit here, in the place that I'm writing this post from. It's called a cubicle. The lights: florescent. I am wasting away under these lights, in front of this computer. The next 5.5 months could not possibly pass quickly enough.

And, really, how sad is that? That I should wish for the next few months to pass quickly, so that I can be finished doing the absolutely nothing that I feel like I'm doing here. That's no way to live life. I should never be forced to live my life wishing that what I spend 40 hours each week doing would end. And, why am I going to finish it? The direct answer is money. Finishing my VISTA term will give me just shy of $5000 to pay off student debt.

So, I guess the price that I am selling my happiness for is "just shy of $5000." Think about that every morning when you're trying to get out of bed.

This has to change.