Soggy Journal

July 16th, 1992
I’m starting to think these journal entries are useless, no matter what the Wellness Officer says. No peace of mind can be had living inside of a corporate machine. I am just as much a product as the devices I invent.

July 20th, 1992
I dragged myself to a BBQ over the weekend. Sharon and Jeremy asked me how it was going. I hope they don’t actually try to apply for a job here. They’ll find out pretty fast that everything I’ve ever told them is a lie.

July 24th, 1992
I’ve decided to give it a month. If I don’t land on a project worthy of scientific inquiry, I’m quitting for good. There are other companies out there that respect their employees. Right? There must be. Somewhere.

August 17th, 1992
Just as I was about to quit, something interesting finally landed on my desk. I don’t think Patricia will like me eloping like this, but it could be what I’ve needed all along. I am not a number. I am not an employee. I am a man of science!