Job

A moment passed today in which I connected my self-esteem to what I do for a living. To my job. Job. Job is a funny word. Say it too much and it starts to sound like JOB. BOB. MOB. SLOB. JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB. It depends who you’re talking to and who you’re trying to impress. I’d like to impress myself. Most of the time when talking outloud it sounds like I’m running out of air. Big thoughts flail up there, left to linger like they say you should do when someone insults you. Let the poison die of its own, or somesuch.