Writing Memoir

Office work was my Halloween

When I lived in Chico California, back in 2007, I was working at a job that I – well – hated. I liked the people I worked with. I just felt trapped, bored, frustrated and useless. So I opened a Word doc and this is what I typed:

If this were a dream I’d be sinking, drowning or running in slow motion. It would be raining and I’d be lost, my car sliding out of control on a sheet of solid ice. I’d be biting my fingers or eating my hand. This is the opposite of learning. My poor brain needs oxygen. If I wrote a book it would be titled: How Working Here Is Destroying Me Little Brain. Needs are met but at the expense of Sanity Dollars or Coins of Hope.

I think I’m developing light sensitivity. My native language is not being spoken. I mean they’re speaking English but they’re making very small sense. If I drew a ‘how do I feel’ drawing it would be a picture of a sad face or a broken heart or hands without opposable thumbs.

If I thought screaming would help, I’d scream. If I thought aroma therapy would do it, I’d inhale. But I know I have to come back here tomorrow and the next day and the next day and then the following week. It is depressing. This place gives me excess yeast. And quite frankly I am saddened to my bones by my situation: a woman in her thirties working for $9 an hour, my BA in Anthropology sitting somewhere snickering in the recesses of my dusty apartment. My student loan deferred singing to the tune of “Hit me baby one more time.” My country? These United States. I have no excuse.

You know, poetry is kind of a distillation of sorts, the essence of words used to convey Feeling. And since I don’t have any crayons and I’m not dreaming (yup, barely awake), I could just, well, write. I could “express myself” with words, in Poem. It would be like I was baking bread, making something, doing something besides sitting here. I’d be kneading, creating an aroma, a comforting smell, I’d be eating soon. Yes.

Vampire
Succubus
Leech

Drain

My

Soul

Stab
Me
Repeatedly

Drain

My

Creativity

Living undead
Paper pusher

Lie back in my coffin
Clock watcher

Best years of my life
Best years of my life
Best years of my life
My life

The meetings
Meetings of mindlessness
Meaningless meetings
A puddle of saliva hits my arm

The tomb

Is cold

It’s Halloween every day

Its office work


sad-lani
Happy Halloween from Chiang Mai Thailand.

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4 thoughts on “Office work was my Halloween

  1. Just love your thoughts Lani, feeling it strongly today down in OZ. the good news is coming to Chiang Mai in 4 weeks for an extended stay and over for good next year is the plan.cheers

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    1. That’s great. I’m glad to hear that you have something to look forward to! Drop me a line when you get here if you have time. Cheers.

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  2. I know, what a waste of life to work in a job you detest. It was what inspired me to retire a few years early and I have never looked back. Good for you that you had the courage to move on! 😊

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