I’m wondering about lemmings. You know, the little furballs that commit mass suicide by jumping off cliffs into the ocean. Somehow, I’m sure there’s an appropriate metaphor in this. Ah yes, here it is.
Work.
Specifically where I work. I won’t go into details. Just suffice to say that, as I see the impending cliff rushing toward us, I’m still compelled to keep my little lemming legs running forward at full speed.
Which brings up the interesting question. Is it better to drive over the cliff and hope you come out the other side, or abandon ship (to have as many mixed metaphors as possible, ya know–so far, just lemmings driving ship-cars off cliffs. I can improve this! Perhaps they’re rearranging furnitature on the Challenger after drinking the Kool-Aid too. Then again, maybe they just listen to Linkin Park.)?
But seriously, it makes you wonder what each lemming thinks as they go toward the cliff. “I don’t know what’s going on, but surely that guy up front must.” Or maybe: “This is stupid, but I’m bored so why not?” Perhaps there’s one or two who think, “This is one way to never have to worry about rent again.”
Normally, I woulda thought I’d be one of them in the back going, “Ow! Ow! Pulled a hammy! Gotta rest. See you suckas later!” But now I know better. It’s more like fate, Neo: it’s as inevitable as it is inedible.
