Poetry

End of a School Day

A bitter wind blows...
Beneath my hood, eyes stinging.
Now, a long walk home.

Stories

Maybe one day...

Thoughts

Useless, Dumb, Incompetent

That's how I feel at work lately (read: for years). I feel like every day I sit down to work I feel less capable than the day before. Every task is a mountain I have to climb only I've forgotten how to walk. I want to do something else, but this job pays well, and I'm afraid I'll just be in the same situation at the next job, and the one after that.