The bureaucracy of being Recycling Manager is beginning to dull my sanguinity. Obama backlash, budget proposals, Shaq's freestyling, George Carlin's death, and the ensuing gradual blindness and carpal tunnel from sitting behind a laptop 20 hours a week... none of this would have gotten under my skin last summer, while standing upright, approaching strangers in the scorching August heat to chant hymns of ambition and hope.
I have .docx lists and PDFs galore; a successful facebook group and many new friends from colleges all over the country; hoards of ideas for change and post-it checklists cluttering my screen. I sit still, curious, alone.
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