I was at my shitty job today, eating a sub from Quiznos.
As I was sitting there, spacing out and trying to forget that I was sitting in a cubicle, I started looking at the paper wrapper for the sandwich.
I didn’t look at what was written there, but I had the cognition that somebody chose those words and graphics. Somebody chose that layout.
But the fact of the matter is, it probably wasn’t chosen by a marketing genius. In fact, it probably wasn’t even chosen by someone who likes their job.
Somewhere else, maybe in some distant city, there is probably a man or woman sitting in a cubicle designing text to go on the wrappers for Quizno’s subs. He probably thinks his job is meaningless and stupid. He probably thinks his life is mediocre.
He almost certainly has hopes and dreams. He almost certainly has potential that he knows is in him, but isn’t being taking advantage of.
But there he is, sitting in a shitty cubicle, putting together stuff that nobody cares about and will have no impact on the world. There he is doing work that matters to no one and will be forgotten if it was ever really noticed at all.
This was a thought I had. But it’s not meant to be a downer. It really isn’t.
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