Working Girl

I've been wondering for a while now how to broach the subject of my employment. I am generally against writing about work. As if we haven't learned enough times already, it will only get you fired. And for all the funny, weird and annoying things that happen to me, when I sit down to write about them they lose some of their luster. As if under the florescent ligths and grays walls of the cublicles, everything is amplified, but in the cold clear light of day the same slights and the bizarre conversations are cut back down to size.
John Lennon said life is what happens when we're to busy making other plans, I would just amend that to say life is what happens when we're not at work. I took my job because I believed in the mission of the organization. At college graduation, all of the speeches encouraged us to use our extensive educations, prodigious intelligence and massive student debt to change the world.
A nice sentiments, but how does one go about doing that? A few weeks ago, I read an article in the times that quoted a resident of the rapidly shrinking coastal islands of Louisiana as saying, "I used to think I could change the world, but now I realize, it's changed me."