you spill jack and coke on my collar. I melt like a witch and scream
I'm so sorry for everything.
-The National

I have the bad feeling in my gut. The kind like you get during a horror movie. I found a huge mistake that I think is my fault, at work, at the end of the day. And so what do I do? I leave it for tomorrow because there are a thousand other problems on my desk to fix before six.

I don't want to have a desk anymore.

I don't want the water-cooler-office thing anymore. I don't want the men coming in, and being grateful that they got in my line. I don't want to make anymore calls to people who don't want to hear from me.

But I am going to make this work as long as I can. Because in the end, my reward is this.

Which is better than........anything.