Working for the man

Not really, unless I’m the man, or maybe Peter. But what I mean is coming into the office everyday and sitting at a desk and working in clothing other than my boxer briefs or bathrobe, not taking 2 naps per day, and not taking breaks to go have beers by the river. Indeed, working for the man sucks. Being responsible sucks. But I like it. Today, at lunch I took myself on a date to Chipotle, and grubbed on my burrito at noontime like all the other “be-neckweared” twenty somethings. Even when I was in SLO, I never felt so corporate. But this is actually kinda fun, jsut another great adventure to endure. In wonder how long I last before buying another one way plane ticket.