I
read somewhere that that an average person spends over an eighth of his
life sleeping.As you may have already gathered, I’m very fond of
sleeping; sleeping is one of my favorite activities.But it’s kind of
different when you realize that you’ve wasted a good chunk of your life
sleeping, you end up asking yourself if it was even worth it.

Ever notice how old people end up
sleeping less and less?Some people would argue that this is a natural
process aging people undergo but if you ask me, they’re just astute to
this whole sham life plays on us.

I’m only starting to realize this
now; I used to be sixteen and all of a sudden, I wake up and I’m
twenty-three.How did that happen?But then again, I wasted a good piece
of my life on other things as well like waiting to get my driver’s
license renewed in that cruddy government office or waiting in line
behind some old lady at the convenience store counter while she probes
her purse for coins.

To sum it all up, it’s true.I’ve
wasted an eighth of my life.Well if it’s any consolation, I still have
the remaining parts of my life to do whatever I want with.Except for
the parts where I end up wasting more time in meetings.

Meetings, they say, play an
important part in the corporate world and I’m sure they do sometimes;
more often than not though they turn out to be a pointless waste of
time.I try to avert attending meetings but somehow I always get sucked
in.“You have to be there, I want to hear comments on how these reports
look like on Marketing’s vantage point.” Fuck it.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a good
employee, but I want my day to be like every other office day–everyone
else scurrying around the office frantically while I calmly take a nap
behind the closed door of my office, or disappear for hours on end to
watch a movie or have coffee.I want the time between my late arrival in
the office to my audaciously early departure a few hours later to be
uninterrupted by these bureaucratic machinations…