9:10 am this is not the place I want to stay�this building full of people who have clearly let themselves go�a corporate campus in the middle of iowa-no one here looks "corporate"�the parking lots are full of "reasonable" cars-buicks, oldsmobiles, pontiacs�american cars for middle america�and though I don't know for sure, I don't think that they want to be here, either�how could they? The walls, the cubicles, the ceilings, the floors-everything is a natural shade of brown�the lights are florescent, and if you're prone to headaches, you're bound to get one here�there is a cafeteria, too�much akin to a junior high school cafeteria in sight and smell�the women serving the "hot items" rarely smile-everything is as mechanical as the sound of plastic trays moving down stainless steel, and silverware rattling�the faces in the dining room are motionless�everyone is focused on eating and being finished in the allowed half an hour�trying to find a seat, too, is reminiscent of junior high�there are small clusters of tables for four, and if you're lucky (and fast enough) you'll get one of them�otherwise you have to join one of the long tables in the center, and risk sitting near people you don't know�people who scare you with the thought "am I going to be like you?" am I going to stop caring about my appearance altogether? am I going to start drinking five diet mt. Dews, or five diet pepsi's a day? Am I going to start stashing chocolate and microwave popcorn in my bottom desk drawer? Is this job going to be my life? And my answer, so far, is no�no way�no fucking way�I care less about this job than I've ever cared about a job before-and it's mind-boggling to me how my boss can take things so seriously�no, I don't care that we used an "em" dash instead of an "en" dash�no, I don't care if "enclosures" is two spaces from your name or there�and I'd love to tell you that�but I won't�not yet�