We want comfort. At work, at the gas station, and in social settings. Statements that begin with “I’m not comfortable with…” are all too common. A certain level is expected in life, even though a lot of people don’t have it. Let’s assume for the purposes of this argument that the person has a normal job, a house, and two cars (I am not trying to solve poverty with this post). As with many things in this world, it all comes back to power. Do we have the power to change the way companies interact with us? Are there exceptions that…
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I made a rather sudden choice today when I went on my Meal Break at work: I sat outside. Over the past year or so, I have been sitting in a far-off break room that is usually pretty quiet except for a few polite greetings. I have any number of good memories in that spot and I will be back tomorrow, most likely. I wanted a change in mindset. I had this very enlightening weekend and wanted to carry that into this break. My line of work is a constant rush of material coming at you at galactic speeds. I…
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A familiar place with old memories Renewed Sounds of aircraft break the white noise of traffic Clear reminders of my actual location My mind is elsewhere Deep inside the creative, thought lost after recent experiences Sirens break my focus The clouds refuse the sun passage to the ground The difference in mindset is startling The tree limbs sway in the soft breeze The storm approaches I find myself in a peaceful state A new sensation as of late The sign reads “Emergency Exit” I’m actually safer inside, with maybe one exception It may not look it, but I am happy…
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The dust unnatural Floats in the sky then sinks down Covering your dreams
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Thunder claps over me My slumber interrupted Instincts alerted
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The building groans as water passes through the aging pipes The abandoned conference rooms mind their own business The white noise competes for attention as it breathes through the space A maze of hallways and corridors boggle even the sharpest mind Printers come alive, spitting out reports The machines, always on, always ready for battle The uneven melody of speech comforts the fearful The sparse human population remains