With my pending graduation I was forced to look my future in the face. Since change has not necessarily been a good thing in the past, I found myself thinking about everything I did not want to do with my life (very productive, I know). After much consideration and the acceptance of my own issues with claustrophobia and hatred for office furniture, I realized that this was going to get me nowhere and I had to accept the fact that my life would not revolve around health insurance and a 401K. So, in celebration of my own ridiculous refusal to grow up and look for a job, I put together my worst fears in this overly sterile office environment, and over exaggerated to the best of my ability. If it reminds you of your own office or personal Cube, just remember that you will probably make more money than I will.

Dedicated to My Father and Aunt Re-Re

They have inspired me to never work for Corporate America