allan

It seems to me, like one of those fleeting memories, that people used to be rather predictable. Give them a cubicle and a steady pay check and the masses will be happy. I thought that until I entered the world of real jobs, and one realizes that noone has real passion for anything....just a paycheck, noone really wants to be free of that hideous tweed cubicle......well I want to burn it and pour mountain dew on the ashes. I want to start a revolution, one that instills the idea to everyone everywhere to suddenly rise up and put there bosses in the shredding machine (or a cardboard bailer if ones handy) while shoving there calculaters and palm pilots up his/her ass while giggling incessently. but I suppose until I figure out how I will just patiently await the muse. As well as nurture my hatred for anything corporate of course.