I join you from a bland off-white cubicle in the belly of the beast. I've been grind away at this crap job in corporate america for 8 years. That's the longest I've ever been at any job, and I care about it less than any job I've ever had. The people around me are dunces mostly. They lead boring boring lives, get paid to have meaningless phone conversations, and when they hang up they complain about the person who was on the other end, its the most passive aggressive environment possible. I try to be invisible, I try to disappear into the background. I have a cubicle away from the masses and my boss works in another state. Mostly no one knows or cares whether I am here or not. My ambition is to work at something I like, most likely programming. Things have been going well on that front but I get impatient sometimes. Trying to cram as much information into my brain as possible without losing my mind. I'm motivated by how much I hate this job People ask me about my job when I'm not here, which stinks. I don't like to be negative but there's really nothing good to say about it. I vent on twitter @2600design when I'm not here. They have taken away my access to that site, which is a little soul sucking. Big pharma doesn't care about you or anyone else. They just want to keep you alive as long as possible so they can keep selling you drugs. Peace.