I used to think that all the lying would keep me alive. I told myself being part of something bigger than myself brought value to my existence. This Government entity gathering all vital information had evaluated us and determined that we were the best analytical minds availible. We were meant only to absorb and report. Our perspectives were viewed as valuble. Sometimes I all I had to do at work was watch a video about skaters in swimming pools in Southern California or read a pamphlet on new allergy medications and then blog. It was easy. None of us could see beyond the pay and benefits and ample time off. It was the easiet thing I ever accepted but once I'd done so I was their's.
I awoke in bed hung over and late for work. My head pounded and I had the overwhelming urge to punch so I stood up and broke my only chair, a vintage wooden folding deck job. I really liked that chair.