The florescent lights make me want to scream. The dull beige cubicle cage is closing in. My coworker is running her mouth about something insignificant and I dont feel like doing my “job” paper pushing. All I want to do is apply for a REAL career (All on company time). This is most certainly a dead end desk. How can I be here with a Masters Degree?! This must be hell. I HAVE TO ESCAPE!