2002-08-11 - 5:53 p.m.

I have become a productive member of society.

And you know what it feels like?

It feels like I am simply wasting time more often..

I have come to realize with even sharper clarity than before that jobs, to many, are little more than crutches.

Jobs aren't fulfillment.

I do not feel superior or more fulfilled. I simply feel sore, tired, and worn.

Where is this so-talked about satisfaction? I thought jobs were meant to have it.

Perhaps it is me.

Perhaps it is me that makes this job feel so useless, so pointless.

It might be that this job and me weren't meant to be.

I'll just work until its end.

petrichor

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