You know you’ve been at a job too long when the simple act of getting up, going outside and getting the mail becomes a kind of deliverance from the excruciating pain of ennui poisoning.* I slog across the asphalt parking lot, collect my payload and return to the Chamber of Dull where I sort through the pile looking for anything interesting. Today’s trip yielded this.**
The first thing that came to mind when I saw this sales flyer was the Joni Mitchell song, Big Yellow Taxi:
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
*I’ve probably worked there about three and a half years. An eternity for me.
**Actual business name photoshoped away because the world doesn’t need any more blacktop.
