Confession Of A Cube Dweller

Over the last several months I have started to realize something:

I did not design my life.

Upon that realization, it has become more and more difficult for me to go to my job everyday, working to fulfill the dreams and desires of a few people who sit up in an ivory tower. I watch as they pay us slaves with white collars just enough so that we won't quit, feed us cupcakes once a week to keep us satiated, and jerk us around like pawns in their market wide chess game.

I don't have the resources to leave, just yet. But I am on my way out. And as I see more and more of the truth about this fucked up game of stick and carrot for what it really is, I'll be writing about it.

So if you are one of those average chumps living in the land of mediocrity, blindly following the leader, clamoring for your chance at glory and riches, I hope my blog really pisses your sorry average ass off. I hope you fucking hate me. And I hope that I make you angry enough to start questioning the truth about what you are being fed.

So feel free to jump on this train and take a ride through the land of the cubicle people that you haven't taken before and let's see this system for what it really is.