Pent House, Please

Fortunately and unfortunately I have a job, a job that is slowly sucking the life out of me, when I let it. It is unchallenging and my somewhat pretentious attitude renders me occasionally bitter. It is suffice to say that I am safeguarded from the economic contraction that has stricken several of my unemployed friends. These occurrences have caused me to stop in my tracks and to re-evaluate my current status. Just for the moment I have shoved aside all my misgivings about my job and I have taken full stride to appreciate all the advantages that it offers. It isn't a position that requires mental acuity or steadfast deliberations. As long as I follow the rules, act responsibly, and perform close to above average I will glide along magically. There are many people who would thoroughly enjoy my position, they are complacent individuals. I have never been one to subside into complacent behavior as I liken it to a foreign object that tries to lodge into splintered skin attempting to manifest its egregiousness, tending towards laziness. Alas, for the moment, I can I appreciate everything else that comes with stumbling into this job without falling to the wayside of the aforementioned. I am taking stock of my blessings, the people I work with, and the time I have to pursue my long list of creative expressions. I will still try to do my job as best as I can, but I will not pour an exorbitant amount of time caring too much about how I slipped, hit my head, and woke up the wrong industry. I am in a good position to rise above even if my job is located on the ground floor. My elevator is going up.