real life screams

It's my last day at Kinko's and I am eating a classic twinkie snack cake with a heavy helping of sugared berries swimming in a sugary goo slathered over top. I am celebrating. I know I said in a previous post that I didn't feel a public blog was an appropriate space to air grievances against your employer. I know I said that and I still agree with myself. I however, well, once nine o'clock arrives, am no longer under that heavy lade that is a job at FedEx Kinko's. Jesus once said all you heavy laden, I will give you rest. I cupped my hands and had naught but a Kinko's job and Jesus put a hanky up to his nose and mouth at keep the stench at bay. He pinched that job but the scruff of its neck and placed it in a fish bowl full of baking soda and peroxide. He then reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a yellow bicycle and Urban Outfitters. Well, how about that.

I want to see if I can pull this off and make it worth reading. I want to write a pithy dirge to my soon to be former job. I want to write it on the spot and without any planning or preparation. Let's see what happens.

a reprimand

what comes of a position of internal
rearing
and a nature not tended to
initially
and quite nearly eternally?
what comes is a disrespect for the self-
ish things that always engenders the tension of living
for others and with yourself.
a disrespect from all
sides
and withering from the same
and whispering and hoots and calls
because you're distracted
not interested
in purposelessness



That was stream of conscious. And I think it was quite sad. But I feel freedom. Kinko's makes me sad. And eulogies aren't supposed to be cheerful. Sure they usually embue a sense of hope in some way. But for me, Kinko's stole that little spark. Or perhaps it just buried it in place well marked that I couldn't see until I had an escape route planned. I am onward and I am upward.

Honeybee plays in Chicago this weekend. It will be epic. I assure you.
brandon pierce geary