Inspired by Brother Vasco's incredibly depressing portrait of what it means to be a caged office drone (see post below) I have been fasting from surf for the last two days.
I have decided that until Vasco is set free I will not surf (or until the waves look fun again, whichever comes first).
Why may you ask, am I so compassionate to the horrible plight of my brother? Well, as shocking as this may seem, before I bought my freedom, I too was a corporate drone. In fact, my Fantasy Surfer handle is STILL Corporate Drone, alluding to my unfortunate past life. See photo below.
Band together Orphans. No surf until we can all surf! (Or, as I mentioned, until the surf looks even remotely fun again, whichever comes first.)
United we stand, divided we fall.
I used to live here:
Now I live here:
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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Bullshit. Your misconception of what being corporate drone consists of is based on a short period working in the height of dot com lavish expenditures, 11:00-3:00 with long Lunches/Surfs. You can only claim drone status after a certain minimum number of years, how many to be determined. I am trying to figure out how to get there.
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