In Vino Veritas

Corporate America sucks. The job, whatever it is, could be accomplished by a high schooler with moderate emotional maturity. The conversations are endless and useless. Happy hours, pickleball games, traffic, restaurant reservations. Clock in. Starbucks coffee to-go. Extra long bathroom breaks to scroll Twitter, Substack, Hinge. Mobile-ordered sandwiches and salad bowls. Maybe, if you’re lucky, you disappear long enough to workout in a windowless basement lazily mutated into a gym “amenity.” Unimportant deadlines. Meetings about something you misheard, don’t understand, or else forgot, but either way it doesn’t matter because the meeting itself is pointless. Watch the daylight burn away through the window. Clock out. Metro rides and timelines. A day, a week, a month, a lifetime of waiting. For what?