Black crates. Check.
Brain empty. Check.
Empty promises. Check.
File cabinets cleaned out. Check.
On to a new space. Check
Took care of previous responsibilities. From my vantage point, sure!
On to the next space. For me to poop on.
New faces. New kitchenette. New bathroom. New things to pretend to know about.
Same packaged coffee. Same fake concern.
New entrance. New exit. New places to hide my incompetence.
Same black crates.
Until the next time I leave the job untouched and unfinished...
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