a return to the Desk

Greetings, fellow minions.

It's been a shameful length of time since this blog was updated, but we won't apologize - after all, it's our blog and we'll update it whenever we damned well want to. However, we're sorry for the lack of interesting and fun updates. As the interwebs are a large place, we're sure you've found other things to occupy your time. *cough* *p0rn*

Since last we spoke, we've changed our Desk again. It's another desk in another building, but we're not working for The Man any longer - it's back to the private sector for us. Go team!

A desk by any other name remains the same, if it's not really your desk - the one owned by you, dusted (or not) by you, crowded (or not) by your bills. As long as it's a desk in someone else's space, it will truly never be our desk.

Without going into gory detail (unless you'd like us to), we'll succinctly recap the last several months:

• slaved away for The Man
• got caught in the quagmire of a regular paycheck with good benefits and decent retirement plan
• had a life-flashing-before-our-eyes type of encounter (long story, and we signed a non-disclosure agreement so we won't be discussing that any further)
• found alternate employment
• didn't let the door hit us on the way out

We're still not doing what we'd like, but at least it's less dungeon-y and slightly more civilized. Our colleagues are interesting (not in a make-a-giant-rubber-band-ball kind of way, either). The environment has a certain je ne sais quoi, less institution and more place of business feel to it. 

We make less money, but we really don't give a shit.

Still, the capacity for stupid in an educated and intelligent human being continues to amaze and astound us. Regularly. Daily. Like the printer running out of ink in our 4 day absence and not one person checking the drawers of the shelf under the printer. Without hanging replacement cartridges from the ceiling, we thought the drawer right below the printer would be obvious enough. Apparently not.

It still comes down to a lack of leadership and personal awareness - which money, sad to say, just can't buy. So, despite our move into the slightly less mind-numbing private sector, we remain overeduated and underemployed. Shocking.

Sometimes we think we're just rats in a large, earth-shaped cage, providing entertainment for whatever is beyond the cosmos; because if we're the most intelligent life in the universe, we're so fucked.

~ Paige