No. I’m Not Going Back to the Office

Are you nuts?

Photo Credit — AleXander Hirka / Taken from the 17th Floor at 36th and 8th Ave / Used with permission

Right. Ok, we can all agree that it’s not like working in a coal mine or on a factory line (I lasted a day and a half on the Kirby vacuum cleaner factory line, btw, before being shown the door). It’s not even as grueling as a typical Friday in retail can be let alone the nightmare of Black Friday.

But working in an office can be its own very special version of hell.

And I’m not going to do it.

I’m not going to pass on writing until 1 AM because I have to get up and go to work tomorrow.

I’m not going to force myself to get up before my body is ready just to have time to shower and eat and be out the door in time to clock in with my fingerprint at 9 AM.

Hell, I’m not even going to bother showering every day anyway!

I’m not going to risk slipping on the ice and breaking my hip in order to get to the office on time.

I’m NOT going to shove onto a crowded subway after doing the new avoid-dance on the platform to be sure no lunatic sneaks up and pushes me in front of the train.

I’m not going to huddle next to a space heater all summer long because the place is air-conditioned perfectly for the suits.