When you find yourself walking down the isles bordered with boring white cubes instead of lush green trees; when you make yourself a coffee doesn’t have caffeine, with sugar that’s not sugar, and milk which is, well, not milk but a synthetic corporate byproduct of capitalism in an endearing little packaging that is sneakily named as ‘creamer’; when you have have the “small talk” while making that coffee with a Kevin when you really don’t care about where Kevin hiked over the weekend; and when the period between weekends is the fundamental building block of your life, that’s when you ought to know something is wrong.
… Or maybe that you’re making a crapload of money.
Hm, actually now that I think of it, perhaps I am that corporate byproduct of capitalism in the endearing little packaging that I call my career.
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