The office is the source of hope.
But it brings with it, more.
Fluid filled, cystic anxiety.
Blood soaked uncertainty.
Regression, after success.
Loss.
It brings stomach aches and heart palpitations.
Emotions and exposed nerves that are scrubbed raw,
to maintain sanitary conditions in the sterile environment.
It’s a recurring nightmare that offers the promise of a dream.
The office is the source of hope.
But, it is not free for the taking.
You must pay, with more than only money or time.
You pay with undignified prods and pokes and pills.
With screams and moans that are saved for later.
With tears that are held back and with some that escape.
With exhaustion.
And even with a visceral reaction to the office itself, you keep going back.
It’s where you hate to be
and want to be
and must be.
Because the office is the only hope.
A Morning Grouch 
I know these feels, my friend.
Big hugs. Big, big ones.
Thanks pal. Right back atcha.
Nothing more true has ever been written.
I know you get me, sister.
Wow. Deep. And really, really good.
And really, really real.
I remember those days. Man, do I.
Thanks, Sass.
I will stand by you through the hope.
Catching up. This is so darkly beautiful and so spot on true. I hate the office and yet love the office. You are a source of hope.
Oh. My. God.
Not that this is about me, but I really related to this, SO MUCH and want to share…I hope that’s okay. So I used to be so married to my job. I loved it. Loved it loved it. Defined myself by it, and was important because of it. Then, I got another job because that one was bought by the enemy. I hated it but I couldn’t believe how much they paid me and so I loved it because I was important. Again. Then, I got pregnant, and scared and on bedrest and was 40. I quit my job 4 minutes after my son was born. then, when he was 3 1/2, I went “back” but only part time b/c he’s delayed and in speech therapy and blah blah blah I wanted to be here because I knew I’d miss it if I went back. I took an hourly rate that I don’t even know how to calculate from my former salary but know that I’ll make less this year than my last bonus was. And yet, I LOVE THE OFFICE> I love being a part of it and I want to be there. And yet I hate it, because this week, my son has pink eye and I am ill and I wonder why I pay a sitter too much while I go make too little. And sorry for basically writing a whole post there. this totally spoke to me. obviously….
I love it! I actually hoped others would connect to it in their own way so you just TOTALLY made my day! 🙂
and um…of COURSE I’m thrilled you would share. Thank you.