View From the Bushes

My job has destroyed my will to live, which I guess isn't too surprising, given the soul-crushing power of a cube absent any other additions. However, for the last two weeks, it's been one continual crisis, broken only by occasion smaller crises. But in one of the cruel ironies, life is so full of, it's actually made me less eager to actually leave my job. Because located somewhere within my will to live is my ambition and it's been destroyed as well.

Perhaps "destroyed" is too strong of a word since I'm reasonably confident that both my will to live and my ambition will return in time. I guess this is as good a time as any to mention the countless people who are convinced I never had any ambition to begin with. Which is obviously untrue. On countless occasions I've demonstrated my ambition to be idle, to make money without any effort, to spend hours doing things which are enjoyable but of zero long-term value.

We'll that's as ambitious as I care to be for today, though in the interest of being fair and balanced I'll leave you with a link to a story on another anniversary to conteract the D&D link from yesterday.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross