Walking Out, Walking By

Work continues to be a veritable hell, one that I can’t wait to escape from at the end of the day. Gradually, it becomes increasingly clear why I can’t wait to get there when I do. I get there at a ridiculously early hour of the morning because no one else is there. It’s quiet. Sometimes it’s dark, because apparently way too many people in that office are especially sensitive to light, be it natural or artificial. Again, there’s no one there, which frankly, is the best part. I can get things done, in relative peace and quiet. Come 7am, people start trickling in and my serenity is completely shot to hell. It all makes me long for tomorrow, when 4:40am will come again, and my peace will be restored.

Today, as I’ve done many times in the past now, I left without saying a damn word to anyone. When the time came, I shut down my workstation, packed up my stuff, and walked out, like I was the only person in that office. I did not care one bit. I’m on my own schedule. I will leave the way I want to leave. I will walk out without saying a word to anyone. It truly felt liberating.

As has been the case for much of my life, I didn’t care what anyone else might have thought or said about me. I don’t care. The only opinion that matters is my own. It’s been my finding that I am better off by myself anyway. I just need to maintain my small social network in the office and go about my days, again, by myself. The majority of the people in that office are useless anyway and I need not preoccupy myself with them or what they’re doing. If anything, it is further proof that they are hiring quantity over quality. It’s glaring. It’s so obvious that even Stevie Wonder can see it. Still, I carry on.

I randomly walked by the television about an hour ago and The Love Boat was on again. There weren’t any mentions of Acapulco this time. As I walked by, I saw Bruce Jenner on-screen. I don’t know what he was doing or what the scene was about. It just made me remember the good old days, back when Bruce Jenner was a man. Now, he’s parading around as a woman and the world is considerably more sensitive now than it was when The Love Boat was running.

This would be the second consecutive entry where I mention television, which is odd for me, because I don’t want television. I stopped watching television as a means of entertainment a long time ago. I barely watch movies too. I suppose I just don’t find much entertainment in these mediums. I don’t question the extent to which I am normal either. I figure, here I am, writing as a form of relaxation and entertainment, all the while denouncing television and movies. I make my own sense.

Tomorrow will be another day. Work will be work and will likely continue to suck because of the people there. I really hope that I don’t walk by the television and see something else that draws my attention on The Love Boat. If I’m not too tired from the day and its nonsense, maybe I’ll compose another entry?

After all, it’s how I relax and keep myself entertained.

I wonder how Gabriella is doing. Actually, that’s not true.

I don’t care how she’s doing.