Creative Outlet

Work work work. This is what I do. I come inside and get all the papers. Lots and lots of papers. Then I bring them all to my not so homey cubical. Cubical. It is square. I clock in. I sit, and I organize the giant stack of papers into numerical order according to the account number. It is a five digit number and goes to the 64000's right now, but new accounts keep coming each day. I file and file and organize and organize. To keep entertained I listen to books, or movies, or music. When I'm done filing there is usually more filing to be found. Or invoices to be entered, or stuff to organize for my cubical neighbor David. I am his favourite worker and sometimes he brings me vanilla bean frappiccinos from Starbucks. My favorite. The moral of this story is that after 8 hours of this work business I need to let my soul flow again and speak its mind like it likes to. I haven't quite figured out what to do to air it out, but sometimes I go running. Or play outside. Or blog. So here I am. Recording my work experiences for my future prosperity.