I work in an office that has little to no decoration. I can only do so much for decor, seeing as how I work for very A-type professionals. I had almost nothing to look at but the blank, white wall until one day when I was in the business storage room filing old documents and I happened upon a little picture of a fox hiding away in a foxhole. I dusted the picture off and placed it on my desk.
Now, the fox is my daily companion.
Today I was doing a lot of paper shuffling
and a lot of paper-clipping
and a lot of scanning and filing
and a whole lot of worrying about being a nobody.
See, here in corporate America (for those of you who are not familiar) everything is supposed to work like a well-oiled machine. That machine requires two kinds of people– those who work their asses…
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