The clock won again today.
I sat there at that desk again, watching the minutes slip by and feeling myself fill with hate for the job and the meaningless monotony of saying and doing the same thing over and over again, day after week after month. (Good God, or god, whichever one is dialed in right now, have I really worked here a year?) I hate myself for falling back into the call center trap after swearing and promising myself that I'd never do it again once I started college, a bitterness followed by this horrible seizing outrage that I'm sacrificing my happiness doing something I despise instead of taking a risk for what I love and honoring the whole reason I moved to California in the first place. I'm a creator at heart and the most creative thing I get to do at my job is add colors to my schedule once a month. What kind of shit is that?!
