Don't really feel like being here anymore. Not that I don't like my job, or that I don't like the job I do. What I'm beginning to have a disdain for, are the people that come along with the job. At first I payed them no mind, I came in happy, I left happy. I was grateful. For every breath I took, for every beat I was given, practically for the life I had, and I wanted to share that. Then... I met the pastry chef. If being obnoxious was an art, well she'd be Picasso. I use to like coming to work every day. Breaking new grounds, learning new sauces, reminding myself of the goal I was willing to do anything to accomplish. But now I come in and say nothing. Nada. Zilt. How do you say "diddly squat" in French? I have no words. I have no smile. I have no "hey how's it going". Quite frankly, because I have no care. I have a goal, and I don't need any minions to get in my way...
It's Ishmail.
It's Ishmail.