I’ve only been working for less than three weeks and already, I’ve been feeling the toll of dragging my feet to work every morning. How do people drag themselves to work everyday for so many years – almost all their lives!

I am a drone.

I am a slave.

I am a robot.

I do things.

I perform.

I act upon things.

I move.

I eat.

I sleep.

I blog.

I work.

and…

I’m losing a sense of who I am already.

(Chester just corrected that; I’m not losing sense of who I am, I am still a drone.)

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