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Daddy, Will You Come to Career Day?

by Jeremy Hendrix

The clock ticks over 3:47. The walls of the cubicle are adorned with the detritus of a career: plaques, certificates, e-mailed jokes and comic strips. The whiteboard is covered in symbols as indecipherable as hieroglyphs to most. Once, he took pride in being able to manipulate the arcane magic of mathematics; now he wonders what the point is. He stares at the equations and diagrams and sighs, feeling emptiness where pride once swelled. The clock ticks over 3:48.

6S

Jeremy Hendrix has delusions of quitting his day job. Read more at Non-Addictive Sleep Aid.

4 comments:

Leatherdykeuk said...

Dilbert for real life.

I was getting a nervous tick just reading this. Superb piece.

Lucian said...

Amen, brother.

GM said...

You don't see "detritus" used very often, let alone used well. Bravo.

Linda said...

We share the same dream... nice melancholy 6S. I like the word detritus as well (see below for my usage). Cool blog, your 55s are fantabulous, I just love a good drabble, don't you? Peace...