Truly Zen At 3:27 pm on a typical rainy, you know, that New York City-type of day when your bummed that it's cold and wet out even though you are in a warm 17th floor office with no windows to even see the rain... at that exact moment between hating my job and co-workers and plotting to kill each and every one of them while scamming all of the company's assets, I had this truly Zen moment. It was like right after screaming sex. It was the opposite of orgasmic. It was like the calm right before the 5am fucking birds start going at it, without the fucking birds, of course. I felt all glazed over and junked up, even better than that time I took a 3 hour "lunch" break at a nearby pub. Serene. And just when life is grinning... the phone rings and it's the boss and life once again wears a pissy-scowl. Poof. Just like that. While Mr. CEO was yapping yapping yapping I was thinking: I can get back there because Zen masters say that when we become convinced that the human situation is hopeless, we approach serenity, the ideal state of mind. Ladies and gents, feel free to hate your job.