I can completely sympathize with your situation (note that i use "sympathize" rather than "empathize" here. Frankly, in contemporary vernacular, the words have become indistinguishable. I am indeed aware of the subtle differences between the two words, and also acknowledge that "empathize" would be more appropriate to employ in this context, but given the fact that the word has acquired a kind of trendy, mainstream following, i've decided to opt for the less popular "sympathize", and in fact vow, from this day forth, to bring the latter word back into fashion. When this is achieved i shall then adopt "empathize" in inappropriate situations simply to screw with society's semantics and to have a great big laugh at everyone from the comfort of my own home). Yes, i can sympathize with it as i too am a corporate drone. I find personally that the mornings go by fairly quickly, once I've escaped that horrible first few minutes of the day when i wake up screaming at the awful realization that i'll have to waste another 8 hours of my life engaged in a meaningless, sleep-inducing, soul-draining enterprise with slick-tied, plastic-smile, ass-licking, hand-slapping, corporate ghouls whose ambitions, virtues, and wit i could just about fit into the volume of a urinal puck. But once i get passed that lunch hour, i collapse into a state of complete boredom and depression. I usually spend most of the afternoon crying my eyes out at my desk while i desperately try to sort out what i'd done so wrong in my life to end up in such a situation. 9 to 5 work is for the birds. Really.
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