Show me the money

It amuses me. I thought that once I was given a soapbox, I would start spouting all kinds of nonsense. Slashdot and Digg would link to me, the world would beat down my door, the adsense dollars would start to roll in, and I could quit my job.

Oddly, that is not how it turned out. I find that I am still living the dream, being fattened up in a cube farm by donut wielding madmen. I had never even heard of a donut offense before moving here. 3 guesses as to where here is.

I am still living in hell, wondering why I took this gig in the first place. Was it the higher salary? Was it the all expense paid relocation? Was it my inability to come up with 2^11 on demand with no help from electronics of any kind? There is no telling what was going through my brain. All I know is, I do not have any ruby slippers and I cannot click my heels three times. I realize that there is no place like home, but there is no home to return to.