Saturday, September 02, 2006


Work is supposed to feel like home. Often at work I feel like an alien watching everyone in slow motion wondering to myself, "what am I doing here?" Most of my day is spent wondering why I got out of bed and off to a place that makes me feel so unconnected to my true self.

Home is a tree lined street, happy dogs walking around, and friendly smiling faces to greet you with a nod and a good morning. Home is not going into a unprofessional hole of an office where people eat out loud, talk about all the girls that they objectified last night, and the smell of urine permeates the air.