What a contrast between this cubicle hole and the hike yesterday. I keep asking myself what I'm doing here. I don't like dropping my kids off to have them spend their time with strangers, while I go sit in a cube for no purpose.
"What am I doing here?" I keep asking the wall. It has no answer. Neither do I. Stacking paper? Is that it? There's nothing here that interests me. Even the gym has become too routine. The last three times I've been, I've just left after about 10 minutes.
Government work leads to a bored, bland, banal being (B4?)
I walked every cubicle hall I could access in my building. 1.49 miles according to the accelerometer in my watch.
It's nice outside. My boss is leaving in 4 minutes. I think I will too.
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