Corner office

Despite my corner office with two large windows facing East and South, respectively, I'm afraid I don't like my job much. But the windows do flood the room with enough light that I can legitimatley wear sunglasses in it, which would seem to make my job seem hipper. Wearing sunglasses with a sportcoat and office shirt, however, only makes one look more like a tool--think Tom Cavanaugh's character in NBC's old show Ed--especially in a bureaucratic environment like the one in which I toil. The sunglasses don't conceal the fact that I have a tie stashed in my desk draw "just in case" or that I have three mindnumbing meetings at 11:00,  2:00, and 4:00, respectively. Nor do the shades suggest that though I'm spending my day writing or developing pieces about rats, lead poisoning, and socially transmitted diseases, I'm actually writing a novel at home. Rather, they suggest that I don't like my job much and that what I had suspected were mere allergies may actually be symptoms of conjunctivitis, a subject I will no doubt have to write about next week, provided, that is, I can still open my eyes.

Comments

[winkles]

there is medication for that.

[Matt]

Channel Dostoyevsky...