Corporate Madness
(Tweet – Oh My)

I’m sitting at my company’s head office in St.Paul, MN right now amongst the hundreds and hundreds of cubicles. It’s a giant cube farm down here. Here they raise the blue collared American. Some are restricted from moving from their seat so that they can be served as corporate veal. They’re fed a steady diet of coffee to keep them alert and productive. Down right scary I tell you.

Right now, all I can hear are keyboards clicking, soft telephone voices and cranking noises from stalling brains in the mid-afternoon. It’s about that time of the day where people start procrastinating and shutting down their brains early, pushing their workload over to the next day.

I’ve got a flight to catch back to Toronto in 2 hrs and I’m dreading it. I hate flying. I always have. Here you are, trapped in a metal cylinder with dozens of other passengers, hurling through the air at 300 km/hr. There’s just something totally unnatural, not to mention terrifying, about humans flying. Ever throw a can of sardines across an empty field? Imagine how those sardines would feel if they were alive. That’s typically how I feel when flying.

Well, time to go say bye to the farmers and the cattle and hop in a sardine tin back to Toronto.