See, [like a camel] was always my love letter/suicide note to my last job. When I changed jobs, I didn't know what to write anymore. I didn't need to chuckle to myself about predictive text or write four separate posts about ballpoint pens to get myself through the day. I couldn't muster the bleak, angry sarcasm that I thought made the blog funny. Everything sounded corny. I thought about leaving it as it was, a record of my first real job, a finished chapter.
But with time, I've seen that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Instead of asking incessantly who brought the cupcakes in, my new cubicle-mates ask if anyone can smell the onion. (Stay tuned and I'll explain that one, to the extent that such a thing can be explained). Instead of laughing at my cell phone, I spend my hellaciously long commute wondering where the commas go in songs. I'm still the same strange me, and I've realized that my new workplace is pretty much Mecca for ridiculousness.
And I'd still like to tell you all about it.
I knew she was still in there! Share your dark laughter so we can all sleep a little less restlessly in our cages.
ReplyDeleteI can not wait to hear about the onion. I think you should consider bringing one in and hiding it.
Do it! Dare you.