I pitied myself for having no door until I met a man with no dividers.

It's easy to be cynical; harder is remembering that on any given day the person beside you on the subway or taking to long to pay for a tub of yogurt at the supermarket could be going through something tremendous and sorrowful and arduous.

It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.

False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.

Being unique is highly over rated.

Sometimes I wonder why the corporate world is seen as a god choice for those of us that will never rise above clerical work and general administration.