School has started up again and all the fresh faced youths are intent on becoming newly minted journalists. I watch throngs of them stream up the steps chatting and effusing as I wait silently for the elevator to carry me to my wall-less cubicle on the 7th floor of this ivory tower.
I am old and bearded and can only watch their excitement with nostalgia.
I almost forget that I will attend an ivory tower of my own soon. Albeit part-time. I will still come here every day and the fresh faced interviewers-to-be will see me as an office drone. Which is, of course, what I am.
On the positive side, you'll have an "in" with the Pulitzers.
ReplyDeleteI agree. As soon as they find out I'm a secretary here, they'll give me a Pulitzer.
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