Day, after day, after day. Every day is the same. Wake up, go to work, go back, and repeat. The near autonomous grind of monotony that repeats itself day after day. I work nearly every single day, week after week, year after year. But, for what? Like a drone working only to serve, that seems to be my purpose. Just like a cog in a machine, I only work for the unity of the machine. But unlike a cog I must demean myself just to work. I must wear a moronic turkey hat just for my job. I have to have the customer talk down to me just to fulfill over inflated ego. I need to clean a cesspool of a restaurant just to keep my job. This job at A Whole Turkey On A Stick will be the death of me.

I can’t keep doing this, I just can’t. I’ve been at this job for years and I still haven’t gotten anywhere in life. I worked and worked and I haven’t had anything to show for. But today is different. Today I will finally escape the purgatory I have been destined to live in. Today will be the day that I change it all.

I wake up but this time with a new sense of determination that I have never felt in a long time. I then move over to my closet and pull out a very little something that I’ve bought a long time ago. I never thought I would actually use it, but today is finally the time in which I can. I left my house, nervous for what I am about to do. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, I have “lived” my life. But today at work I am going to change it all. I am going to finally do something, I’m finally going to gain true individuality and notoriety. Something is going to change. I get to my job and take out my special something. It is finally time for some change. I walk into my job and put my suitcase onto the table.  

“He boss,” I say defiantly into the restaurant. “I quit!”

I open my suitcase and throw the Turkey hat onto my boss and walk confidently out of the door. I finally escaped the monotonous grind, I finally escaped my purgatory. I changed my life. I changed my fate.