What exactly am I looking for?
BOOM! right off the bat.
Pretty loaded question for an ordinary Wednesday, right?
Get ready for some deep thoughts....this blog is no place for doggie paddlers.
Everyone feels entitled to their own: happiness, well-being, health, wealth, prosperity, love-life, adventures, vacations, food, fun and friends. But, what are we actually entitled to? Nothing. The world owes us….nothing. We owe the world our talents, love, kindness, gentleness and passion!
I am certain about one thing and one thing only: that I am loved. And that is wonderful.
I do know one thing though, this cubicle is eating my soul. Not in the same way that Las Vegas will.... fortunately I moved to the humble South before that happened! And to all my friends who still live in Vegas, your souls are golden and good, so you don't need to worry. But I do! Because these cubicle walls are a fortress: a highly-air-conditioned “soundproof” (joke of the year) fortress.
My brain is squished.
Does anybody like working in a cubicle?
I really truly want to hear from you if you do.
Does anybody like working in an office?
I want to work outside, or at least open a window.
Right now I'm trying to leap inside a calendar!
And it isn't working!!!
I've decided, I want to be a zookeeper. Okay maybe not...
I don’t actually know what that entails, probably far more poop than I’m willing to handle.
If you had to choose: cubicle-dweller or zookeeper, what would you choose?
Okay serious questions though. Riddle me this.
How do you cope with cubicle-life?
Are you using your talents and living with passion?
Do you have a window in your office? ;)
Do you like to shovel poop?
Do you ever shove your face onto a calendar of Hawaii and try to morph yourself inside?
Do you think the world owes us or that we owe the world?
Talk to me goose.