first day

I believe it has come to pass that when it comes to office life, we are at the point in the cycle where life has begun to imitate art. It hit me during the welcome speech - I got that funny disembodied feeling, the one where you feel like you're outside yourself, watching, and I knew exactly why - the desultory rambling, the painful cliches, they triggered something, they overlaid the narrative so exactly that the scene became drama, and I had no choice but to step outside myself and watch. The feeling persisted. It held.