Am I really spending most of my time in this cubicle? Under florescent lights??.. listening to typing, phone calls, conversations, the faint sound of easy-listening music? (God I HATE Elton's Circle of Life !!  YUCK.  This is not who you are, Elton!!!)
I am here from 8 in the morning until 4:30 every afternoon. 5 days a week.  And I hate what I do.  The work is mundane, yet stressful with tight deadlines, minimal training, lots of people to answer to.  every.day.  What am I doing here? I've been here 12 years. I just turned 40.  This is not where I want to be every day.  I want to be in fresh air.  in the sun.  barefoot, braless, working on photo books of my family.  sitting on my porch, looking at birds, trees, grass.  Not here, listening to people pretend to like each other.  back stabbers.  gossipers.  brown-nosers. this is a miserable place.  Who are these people that have their 80's hair and light blue stonewashed jeans, Cosby sweaters.  gross.  they're zombies.  doing the same thing day after day after day.  All for a decent paycheck, benefits, retirement plan...oh that.... the Golden Handcuffs.  Working here as afforded me a decent life. I have decent health insurance, decent pension and 401K. I am making more than I did as a social worker...  I can usually pay the bills, I can buy myself clothes sometimes, we go out to eat a lot. our girls have a pretty good life. 
But I need to SLOW DOWN TIME.  I know this is cliche, but time goes so fast.  My daughters are now 6 and 4. Time passing makes me sad.  The girls are in school and preschool for 10 hours every day.  Isn't that nuts?? Every night, we are home at 5:30, I cook dinner while Margo feeds the cat, starts laundry, does yardwork and keeps the kids out of the kitchen.  Then we eat, then Margo cleans up while I give the girls baths, or do homework with Maia, or hang out for a half hour or so before it's 7:30.  time for bed.  brush teeth, brush hair, read stories, bedtime.  Then sleep.  wake up, everybody get ready!  we need to GO GO GO , we're late.  LET'S GO.   Have fun at school. I love you, Bye.  (and I still get in trouble for being a few minutes late)  UGH!!! 
Over and over and over and over.  
I can't stand this anymore.  I need life to SLOW DOWN.  Sitting here at my cubicle feels like nails on a chalkboard.  it's so quiet and irritating.  This light sucks.  this music sucks.  This structure sucks.  Zombie people SUCK.  bosses suck.  paperwork, documentation, approvals, requesting vacations, reviews, meetings, people who hate their jobs.... whatever whatever whatever.  all suck.  I can't become one of them.  I am too vivacious and creative to just sit here, pretending to work.  What am I gonna do?
I DID get this pretty watch from my employer on my 10 year anniversary, though.....