Three, tall cubicle walls and a window in which I can only see through if I stand on my tippy toes because those cubicle walls are tall enough to cover 3/4th of the window
Three cubicle walls and a small portion of a window and it feels like a jail cell
Luckily, after 5:45pm I have the freedom to be home and relax
But now, my “relax” time at home is starting to feel like prison too
When I am home I am anticipating going to work the next morning and counting down the hours until I have to go to bed and sit in that jail cell for 9 hours of my daytime only to go home and anticipate the next day again
It’s all one large jail cell
Except the jail cell has moved from my office cubicle to my car to my living room to my room and repeat
Oh how I wish I could be away on some remote island with my loved ones enjoying a day on the beach and doing something I love for a living
Oh how I wish the cycle of society hadn’t gotten to me
But come to think of it
This cycle of routine and desk life all started the first day of kindergarten
We’ve been trained to live this life
It’s a shame I got ****** into it