Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Displaced
A spinning universe in my coffee mugbreathe in the aroma
of my liquid energy
Focused eyes in dark corners
illuminated by a harsh electric glow
Foggy from the night before
displaced in an alternate reality
I struggle to continue my work
Distracting heads bobbing past
spacey, friendly, clueless, lonely
I count them in adjectives
Emotions are carried in their eyes
I wonder why we’re strangers
Part of my existence
not by choice but by circumstance
We’re not comfortable
reaching out here
The wrong impression
might leave you stranded
Professionalism is an illusion
in human company
Wednesday, September 05, 2012 10:46:00 PM
It amazes me how alienated so many members of the workforce feel from the people they spend time with everyday. It seems like a very basic problem of our culture.
Thursday, September 06, 2012 1:56:00 PM
Friday, September 07, 2012 12:50:00 PM
So many people see me and think they know who I am and what my values are with just a glance. I don't put myself out there enough. If I were a little more outspoken, people probably wouldn't have the misconceptions they do about me. I'm much better at this in social situations than I am in my workplace, though.
Friday, September 07, 2012 4:07:00 PM
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