eight in the morning
financing and logistics
and not precious sleep
doctor leigh enters
monotony incarnate
wielding powerpoints
here we go again
more rambling about markets
i would rather die
read this business book
because you need to know more
worthless platitudes
i think she just said
synergistic management
unironically
stare out the window
see your life rush past your eyes
miss a quiz answer
what does this chart mean
so many arrows yet no
sense of direction
cavemen had it made
except for all the running
that would suck i guess
are we close to done
i say yes the clock says no
prisoners of time
operational
stakeholder requirement
methodology
someone peeks over
i hide these notes but too late
a disdainful glare
fifteen more minutes
so close yet so far away
all becomes a blur
my phone brings release
trade one screen for another
this one has twitter
hear her call my name
respond with panicked nonsense
feel my face turn red
i should change majors
or colleges or countries
anything but this
her words cease at last
lift my bag to my shoulders
and get the fuck out