Oh, Broadway.com, you sad sad corporation.

My supervisor just walked by, oh so importantly, while I was looking at T-shirts online at The Onion Store and muttered passive-aggressively, "nice t-shirts." To which I wanted to respond: "Ya know what, Wallace? They ARE nice t-shirts. They are actually pretty damn hilarious. Maybe you wouldn't rather be reading a t-shirt that says, "Stereotypes are a real time saver" but I would. "

I didn't do that though. I quickly clicked over to a work-related page, moved my mouse around feigning productivity, went back to finish looking at t-shirts, then decided to write a blog about it.

He wears a wireless headset. In case you didn't know, what we do here at Broadway.com is really important--Wallace and his headset want you to know that. Every customer he talks to on that thing sure knows it--he can't resist joyfully telling the customer, "I have my new wireless headset so now I can walk around the office AND talk to you at the same time."

I'm sure they're really impressed...

I am not. Nothing about this art-killing company impresses me anymore. I used to think it was cool that I had my own cubicle. How naive and anxious for adulthood I was. I used to be excited that we got free pizza for lunch on holidays--now I wonder why they don't pay for us to go out drinking like cool companies do. I used to think Broadway was magical--oh, the irony to see it now as the greedy, corporate machine it is.

I, for one, am glad that I spent the last part of my day here at work writing this blog. As I hear people freak out and have embarrassing outbursts at frustrating customers, it comforts me to know that I don't care. I don't care at all. It makes me happy to know that the majority of each paycheck I get is for me not doing work =)