It was my first day in the cube farm.
And it did not last long.
I took one look and thought to myself, I will not last one minute.
I thought of A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson and Walden by Thoreau.
I thought of scenes from Office Space and Fight Club. Further, I visualized myself melting into a puddle of wax like a candle out of an Indiana Jones movie.
And then I had an epiphany.
I could change my life trajectory in a flash.
I could seize the entrepreneurship lifestyle so many adore and talk about.
It was a wizard-like stroke of insight.
I could become a Fromager, an expert who makes cheese.
What indeed could be better than such an escape?
Visions of sharp, soft, and gooey cheese melted into my brain.
The much sought-after lifestyle of the fromager had never previously crossed my mind.
Oh, mild-cheddar bliss!
The cheese caves. The dark must funk of the fascinating cheese universe. I could not resist the idea.
I promptly walked into my new boss’s office and told him Goodbye.
He could see the sparkle in my eye, his eyebrow slightly raised.
The alarm buzzed.
Startled, I half opened an eye and then realized it was Monday.