Tomorrow I’m going back for a full week of work. I don’t know what’s going to happen, whether I’ll be fired for insubordination or the ms-dos system will take me as a host body and make a pod person out of me. I do know that I am going to be bored to tears for 40 hours of the next week, and that I am going to engage in more pointless paperwork than is tolerable. I know that I’m going to be stuck in a small space filled with products I don’t want people to buy. I know at least one of my co-workers doesn’t like me, and there is also one I that despise, but at least they’re not the same person.
Will come out of this time with my senses deadened, my faith in humanity lost and my ability to interact normally? Should my analysis of the situation deteriorate or my text falter, the mundane world of the factotum is surely the culprit. It is now a question of my personal strength and knowing my limits to escape from this with my sanity and my ego intact.
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