i'm just plain tired . . . of fake smiles early in the mornin at people who really wish i weren't in my current position anyway every single day of mourning with co-workers about people i'll never know, or care to of having "power" lunches that consist of corny jokes and expensive food that really wasn't worth the money of being the most counterproductive person i know in a building that disguises its workless employess by a high salary of the shirt-and-tie routine all for the love of money of clock-watching for 40-hours a week, but glad to get paid for such a task of being politically correct from 9 to 5 of finding something to wear on casual fridays when my closet is organized for the other four days tired of office females gauking at my afrocentricity, but afraid of my southern drawl just palin tired! now i know why people trade something for nothing-because that's what corporate america teaches us.