choosing to leave
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Just stepped outside into what apparently has been another gorgeous day.
Of course, I wouldn’t really know, considering that I’m usually cooped up inside a steel and concrete box for ten hours a day.
So, rather than complain in vain, I’ve decided to take action and quit my job to become a bum. Or maybe a hobo. A clown in the traveling circus maybe?
Anyway, after my five-minute refill of fresh air and the subsequent landing back in reality, I went back inside.
On the way up I stopped by our local stationer and thought I’d throw away a couple of dollars, just in case my number is up and the Fates are looking favorably upon me today. Today, as I diligently earn my paycheck, sitting, tapping away in my prescript three-wall corporate cube.
$222 million dollars is a nice sum. A bum could spontaneously do a lot of good with that kind of financial freedom.
Oh, lotto ticket, please be that elusive fare out of here, take me away to that lackadaisical, laissez-faire, vagabond’s life that I often dream of during my five minute escapes, those blessed little breaks that take me away from the fluorescent, grey-paneled, AC hum of this humdrum life I am sure I did not choose to lead.