Apparently, I do. I hate my job. (Okay, I know. At least I have one. But I'm stuck in a joke of an office like the one in Office Space. I've started hoarding staplers. I have four so far.) Since many of my friends know who I work for, I can't complain about my horrible job overtly. So I've decided to do so obliquely. I will whine and gripe about my horrible job by talking about things that have absolutely nothing to do with it. See if you can figure it all out.
Why "The Beaten Path?" Because in my twenties, I thought I would live a life extraordinary and different. I didn't. My life is very pedestrian, and aside from the crappy job, I quite like it. I would like to celebrate the ordinary things that make life worthwhile, like Cheetos and shoes.
So there you have it--complaining and celebrating. What could be more normal than that? Not the road less traveled, but a worthwhile path nonetheless.
Who will read this blog? Well, my family probably, my friends I hope, and maybe other people who appreciate the humor in absurdity and can relate to feeling suffocated by your cubicle.
Who should not read this blog? People who go to a hotel to buy groceries, or think the DMV is where you get a marriage license, or who believe it's OK to call the police if your new dress makes you look fat--you people should stop reading right now because I'm going to complain about you a LOT.
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