PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

hi my name is Milton

Tuesday, Nov. 01, 2005
Itís impossible to explain and so I will not begin to try. I feel as though I need to make some changes. I have slowly fallen into a place that I donít like. Itís mostly called discontent. I have much much to be happy about and yet thereís something nagging at me making me far more than just miserable. I think the constant change for so many years is now taking itís tole on me. Iím used to change and chaos and so I wonder if this is not a period of missing all that is c&c. I canít be sure.



My office at work has been moved to the nether regions far far away from all else that is office like. Itís much like that movie Office Space but for different reasons. I do still have my stapler though. And a wall of windows behind me. I think my office is nicer than anyone elseís, it just happens to be in China. Comparitively speaking that is. However it is quite quiet and Iím no longer housed next to noisy neighbors. For that I am grateful. Oddly enough with space constraints the way that they areÖI envision having a neighbor far too quickly for my liking. However, I believe there is only one computer porthole dealio thingíaímaíjiggie. So who knows.



Milton Waddams: And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I'm, I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it's not okay because if they take my stapler then I'll set the building on fire...
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