Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking…

As I sit in my cube and listen to the humdrum of phones ringing in the distance and the sound of despair circulating through the room in the form of idle chit-chat and complaints of a horrendous commute, I realize that this is not the life I want to be living in twenty years… So I sit. I sit there drinking my green Tazo tea and playing with a metal paperclip, and I start to think. I think to myself, “How is this ‘the norm’ of the middle-aged, middle-class portion of society? Why is this conformist, soul-sucking method of money-making the number one profession of most Americans? Don’t they want something better?”

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So I sit there, in my swivel chair, and I think. I think about what these people might want in their lives. Do they want Money? Power? Security? Or do they want something else? Adventure maybe, or freedom? And I came to the conclusion that they don’t know what they want, and that is exactly why they are here.