Hi, I’m Klaaark, a slice of ginger with a desk job. I live in an office, which is already a strange place for a root, but here we are. I spend my days pretending to care about emails, meetings, and whatever it is Big Boss, Mr. Youny and Finex are arguing about this week. I wear my badge, I nod at the right moments, and I quietly do the minimum required to remain technically employed.
What I actually want is very simple. I want to drink ginger beer and play the drums as loud as I can. Preferably all day. Instead, I’m surrounded by people with lifeless resting expressions, working on things that could absolutely wait until tomorrow. So I sabotage. I miss deadlines. I pretend to overthink tasks until they collapse under their own importance. I also do my best to mess things up, generally speaking, while taking long sips of ginger beer to remind myself that real ingredients matter more than quarterly goals.
One day, I will set this office on fire. That day will be a bright and sunny one. Until then, I’ll keep pretending I’m busy, overcomplicating tasks, tapping rhythms on my desk, reading random Wikipedia articles (with a professionally convincing look of concern), and drinking far too much ginger beer for someone who lacks a digestive system.
Keep on rockin’ in a free world
Klaaark