Homicidal Lemmings

I hated my old job, partially because a mad man was at the helm, and partially because in advertising it's near impossible to earn a livable wage (It's advertising. They pay everyone in crackers, ping pong, and beer bongs).

I am happy to report that now I am fully integrated into corporate America. It took me a few months, some detoxing and a major shopping spree, but me and my new pressed-pants have acclimated ourselves to corporate America.

Ah, good ol' sanitized-for-your-protection, boring, uneventful, lemming-inspiring corporate America. Today I report no further changes to our daily habit, so all is well. I haven't had my green tea yet, but I've refused to let any one know about my green tea addiction because everyone around here is a coffee-addict, and the two don't mix in this financial institution. After all, it took months and months (and months) to get accepted, so now is not the time to make a splash. Reputations have been ruined for less. Much less.

I parked on the top floor of the garage (again), and walked through the back door of our building with wet hair (again) because waking up at 5am leaves me no time to dry my hair since it takes 2 and a half hours to get to work every day.

I walked in late today because I-90 was under construction. I would have taken I-294, but it was under construction too, and since all the side streets were even more congested than any of the expressways, I was basically destined for tardiness. Tardiness and insane Chicago traffic is my penance for refusing to live in the burbs. F' that! I rather live under a bridge than live in the burbs.. It's bad enough that I'm not like them and have a doting husband, 2.5 kids, and a nice house with picket fence. That's like social suicide to me. I'm single, I have 2.5 cats (one of them is really,really chubby), I rent an apartment in the city that doesn't even have a fence, and on top of that, have a mohawk'd bum living on the corner, literally flinging his poo at me every couple of days. I'm not proud of my living situation, but damn it, moving to the burbs, to me, means accepting my fate as a lemming. I just can't do that. I've sacrificed enough, and that's where I draw the line.