White Collar Blues

So I’ll be the first to admit that my job is not all that bad. I mean, I have a desk and a computer and my very own extension, and I’m only an intern! Somebody has started giving me candy every day. I don’t know who it is. I just show up to work, and there on my desk is some sort of a Christmas-themed goody. Today I got a little bag of chocolates. Yesterday, it was dog food-shaped gingerbread chunks in a little dog dish. There is a secret Santa exchange going on here in the office, but I sure didn’t sign up for it. I hope the secret giver knows that they won’t get anything in return. I have been asking around to find out who it is, and nobody will tell me. Mark, whose office I share, suggested that if I were to uncover stealthy Santa, they supply might just happen to run dry. A dry supply of Christmas treats is a bad thing. So maybe I’ll just keep my mouth shut as far as questions are concerned and keep it open when it comes to the sugary yuletide delights. But I would like to know who it is. Even if they don’t know that I know.
Anyhow, I am finding that I enjoy being at work. I don’t have to worry about homework. I can work on one project for a while and then switch over to another project. Really whatever I feel like. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I get in at 2:30. Most people are starting to leave by this time. So it’s always pretty chill. Not too much stress, no pressing deadlines, no supervisors breathing down my neck, just me working at my own pace. Good times. Maybe I just enjoy it because I know that it will be over soon. Maybe if this were my full-time job, I wouldn’t enjoy it quite so much. Maybe it’s just the feeling of being trapped that people can’t stand. My Commissioning date is quickly approaching, so I will soon learn what it is like to be sold to a single job, at least for 4 years. There probably won’t be anybody leaving candy on my desk in the Army, but that’s ok. I need to lose some weight anyways. As of right now, I am excited for what lies ahead. Bring it on.

Here is a song that I wrote for the occasion; it’s called “White Collar Blues”:

Work and such had got me down
Gotta leave this place downtown
Plain white walls are all I see
Shirt and tie’s got a hold on me
Shirt and tie’s got a hold on me

Gonna flee from all these walls
Gonna run throughout these halls
Screaming that you must break free
Shirt and tie’s got a hold on me
Shirt and tie’s got a hold on me

Gonna sleep out in the woods
Cooks myself the finest foods
Want to climb the highest tree
But shirt and tie’s got a hold on me
Shirt and tie’s got a hold on me