I am so sleepy. The urge to close my eyes and to mentally shut down is such an inviting idea. Ugh! The irritating static sound from having one conference call to another is making my ear ache. When is lunch time coming? I wonder if I should take my diet seriously or maybe not. Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Depriving myself of the honey baked ham and oven roasted turkey will be such a sin, a risk that I am willing to take, to over indulge with food to suffice my big, unsatisfied appetite. But the ringing in my head won’t stop. The familiar voice of my family warning me that I will out weigh a cow if I do not take care of myself keeps playing in my mind. According to the latest studies, Obesity is considered a disease. Just like smoking where you have a high percent of getting lung cancer, you will drown of your own lard when you stuff your self with unhealthy and greasy food. There is no reason for me not to dream of being healthy and fit. But the road to that dream is looking more like a fantasy. Looking around my cubicle I see bunch of my colleagues gathering for the Thanksgiving Potluck. I bet one more potluck and our company building will sure reach its maximum weight capacity.
Stress, an unavoidable trait, it overpowers me whenever I see strings of emails that does not even make sense. That is one of the funny things about working with a big company. You can easily get away with anything as long as you know how to work your magic through emails by not stating the obvious errors and blame it on the next department. Normally, you would stay in a job for a good year or two to get a full and extensive experience in the business. Six years I have dedicated my life and I can tell you that it is not out of loyalty that I am staying. The plans for a better opportunity is just brain wrecking. What else can you ask for in a position that does not motivate you but pays you for practically not even trying to do what you are trained for? That is what you call a dead end job....