(Wind howling through the trees and a coyote howls in the far away distance ...)
The temporary walls move and bump unexpectedly, jarring me sporadically from my hypnotic entry of data and mounting piles of paperwork. The room with hand-me-down mix-and-match furniture is my first office; what I didn't know is there would be no escape.
Years passed before I realized the office was a trap with no room for advancement and no exit from the four windowless walls (moans of pain). The only hope I had for escape was that in 13 years, I could retire. I stared straight into the abyss of stark-raving reality in this final dead-end job (sounds of a tortured person in horrible pain here).
The mental torture came in increasingly intruding thoughts that haunt me day and night. The daily horror is in the constant reality reminding me that I am trapped and can never escape or be advanced while in this position (dark Gregorian chant music here).
My heart pounding out of my chest like a caught rabbit, this reality pushed me beyond all reason and in desperation, I charged an advanced specialist degree on my Black Catty Creditor card at an outrageous 25 percent interest rate!
Nightmares of being trapped have intensified, as I am now qualified for a position I have not obtained and I am paying outrageous interest on student tuition! In my delusions, I thought I would pay off the $10,000 student tuition charge during my first year in my new position that would pay $25,000 more per year (pack of wolves growling in background).
This nightmare is real, as I find myself trapped in this windowless room with mix-and-match furniture and in the dark of the night, I wake myself screaming, "Nooooo!"
-- Lois, St. Joseph, Mo.