It’s by Ramona Emerson, one of the best writers of all time:
The weird thing about working all day everyday is that you’re going to die. and when you die you’re dead forever. Like who is the person who said, “I know. Five days will be for work and two days will be for brunch and everything else good.” That person must have hated people. And the thing is we just go along with it like there’s some kind of biological imperative to work five days a week. Like evolutionary psychology could be made to explain it just like it is made to explain everything that no one wants to deal with. You’re 28 and salad is the best part of your day. And then you sit in these neatly arranged spaces, tucked between office partitions that are supposed to make everything feel “organized” and “productive,” but mostly just remind you that your entire day has been divided into little boxes just like your time.
People have such weird ideas about work. If you told your mom you hated your boyfriend and he made you want to die, she would be like, “Break up with him!” But if you told your mom that you hated your job and it made you want to die, she’d be all, “Maybe you need to adjust your expectations.”
Offices are so strange. It’s so hard to know what’s going on in them. Are other people working? It’s impossible to say since for a lot of people working has become indistinguishable from fucking around on the internet.
Read on for lots more, including bathroom sex fantasies and spinach and goat cheese salad.








