Emptiness as Motivation

Amid the slipshod piles of paper sat the answer I had been seeking. Awkwardly perched on the first desk was a dirty gray binder marked “Confidential.” I stood still, a drop of sweat finding its way down the small of my back. How confidential something that was out in the open could be I did not know. The folder itself looked like an overworked mule; stubborn and tired just waiting for the day when it will no longer be of use. “VAMANOS, VAMANOS!” came the cry from the mop wielding Pedro as the lights starting flickering on one by one. I couldn’t run the risk of removing the folder in the harsh glare of the synthetic light. I retreated amidst Pedro’s cries uncertain if I would get another chance at the truth contained within that folder. [End of Part III]

Everything and Nothing: A Genesis

I started working here about a year and several lifetimes ago. That first morning I arrived at the train station a little early to make sure everything went smoothly. There was a chill in the air that was easy to ignore. I staked out a spot in front of a billboard for, or against really, Meth use. That black and white picture of an emaciated young girl kept me company while I waited. A whistle blew and it was time for us to part ways. As the train glided to a stop the doors perfectly aligned with where I stood. The crowd shuffled behind me as I strode forward into the train. It never did happen like that again. [End of Part II]

Everyone Keeps Disappearing….

Ever since I announced that I am seeking employment a very strange thing has started happening; My co-workers have been disappearing! At first I thought that the flu bug was going around, but then when no one came back I started to get suspicious. So early one morning before the florescent lights came on I went on a reconnaissance mission. Pedro ran interference for me with his mop, while I checked out my co-workers desks. What I found was everything and nothing. [End of Part I]

All Work and No Play…

It has been awhile since we have visited. I know. But this weekend was special. It was my birthday! I had to work extra hours last week because I wanted the weekend off, so no time to chat unfortunately. To make up for it I will post multiple times today. Back to my birthday though.

Some people worship a god, some material things, some other people. I, my friends, I worship a good, hard days work. But after that I worship my birthday. So basically a good hard days work is God to me and my birthday is Jesus. And what a birthday it was. I didn’t think I could drink so much Sprite! Even if it was a Saturday night! There were surprises, tears, laughter, Sprite…. It was great! The only thing better would’ve been some kind of a theme to the party…. Perhaps a certain state theme… well not everyone can have the kind of creativity and foresight that my job does.