Well, it's Monday morning. It's almost 8, when I'm supposed to be at work. I'll be there by 9. They can kiss my a** if they have a problem with 9. I've worked so much unpaid OT for them it turns my stomach just thinking about it. My plans to gather the materials for my exit failed this weekend. The required stores were either closed or inaccessible to me. So, now I'm back at the start of another week. To ponder. To have a little bit more of my life slowly sucked out of me from money hungry Corporate America. I am so weary from the enormity of my preparations and thoughts from this weekend. That weariness has probably left me too drained to carry out any immediate plans. Plus, it has also more or less pulled my brain out of it's groove and moved it over to ruminate on other things. Perhaps I'm suffering the pain of never having become the person I was meant to be. Deep down, something's missing. I have a feeling of unfinished business always. But, who was I meant to be? What type of life was I meant to build? Looking back, at key junctures of my life, when I had to make a choce, I made no choice. And that, in itself, is a choice. Not a very good one, but a choice nonetheless. Does this make sense to anyone? Can anyone relate? Ok, I'm off to work today. Wish me luck; I wish all of you a good day... a day with less sadness and maybe even a few rays of sunshine and happiness.