The Crazy Life of a Corporate Grocery Girl

It's nearly 2014, and what have I done with my life? What have I got to show? A creative mind, pent up in a stale office filled with hypothetical flesh eating zombies. That's pretty much what it comes down to. The fact of the matter is, if I could go back and warn myself of one thing in this lifetime, I would go back and tell myself not to take the job I currently have. You're too abstract and creative to settle for such a mind-numbing situation. Mind numbing doesn't really cover it, more like soul draining. I have merely felt different waves of misery in the time I have spent working as a procurer of things. I thought the wave had grown to something different, something more real and that I could perhaps feel something again. The past two months were decent, but then I was hit by a bus. Broad side. Nothing could have prepared me for the soul slapping I had taken. It was as if my guardian angel had walked up to me and bitch slapped me across the face to wake me out of some sort of zombie like trance that I was beginning to fall victim to. Change is here, and it's hungry. It has no qualms about swallowing me whole. So here's to my coworkers who want to get me down, do whatever you want, I'm bigger than this and I'm stronger than ever before. I'm just getting started, and I hear greatness calling ;o)