The Furnished Room
My sticky notes from The Furnished Room by Laura del Rivo.
An Office? That's death from suffocation.
Don't worry. I never keep any job for long. I generally get sacked for lateness. In the mornings the thought of the office depresses me so much that I generally stay in bed instead. Sometimes I'm so late that I decide to take the whole day off. One day stretches to three, and by the time I've been away a week I know I shall never return. I've left innumerable jobs that way.
Offices are the end, My God, what a life.
He was resentful. He had only one life. Why should he be forced to waste it in this manner? It would be different if he believed in immortality.
Now he was no longer obliged to sit at a desk between nine and five-thirty, but he was still not free. He concluded that freedom was not lack of obligations, and that boredom and depression excluded freedom. Having thought this far, he came to stand-still. He had discovered what freedom was not, but not what it was.
It seemed to him that most people had two choices. They either worked and earned money, or did not work and were penniless. It was in fact a choice between two evils: starvation on one hand and a life wasted in performing tasks on the other. He thought angrily: why the hell should I do either? Life is short. Why should it be spent unpleasantly?