Back to the Semi-Daily Grind

I started a new job a few days ago, my first office job in over a year. 

It's at a law-firm, and I'm the file-clerk, which is pretty much the lowest person on the totem pole, but that's okay because I have no ambition of moving ahead, it's just a way to pay for my playwriting without having to turn tricks anymore. I was getting a little too old for that, anyway.

There are things I certainly didn't miss about working a 9-5'er: annoying morning and evening commutes with hordes of dumb people on their smart phones (including the guy standing next to me, who texted, "I miss your pussy" followed by "Happy Birthday Mom." I sure hope they weren't to the same woman!), shaving, waking up before 10, having awkward office conversation. Also, I have a secret fear of walking in on something I'm not supposed to (fueled by dreams of stumbling into a mafia joint and getting shot to death) so the lunch room presents some obstacles.

Yet, I realized that there were things I did miss: the sense of completion you get when the work day is over, free coffee, listening to others have awkward office conversation. And, oh yeah, the fucking paycheck! The most important thing.
Because, really, who cares what you do as long as you have enough money to pay for brunch and buy a shirt with some kind of animal on it.