Ego Manifestation

Since I was little, I’d imagine what my life would become. What would be my passions in life, and where would they take me? When I graduated from high school, I entered college wondering where my pursuits in the calssroom would take me after I graduated with a degree. Where would I work with a degree in computer science, or whatever my major would have been had I done well enough to finish? Would I be like millions of others and end up working in a cubicle or an office, slaving away in a tiny little enclosure pushing paper, filing memos and generally accomplishing not much of anything?
I only have one thing to say about working in an office: Fuck. That.
Unless my life got so horribly bad that working in such an establishment was my only way to avoid living in a carboard box, I’d never even consider working in a cubicle (I’d rather deliver pizzas, to be honest).
Nothing about the concept or the overall enviroment appeals to me in any way, shape or form. I don’t even consider television shows such as ‘The Office’ or even ‘Office Space’ appeal to me. Also, everything I’ve ever read from people who work in this environment make them out to be a bunch of petty, passive-aggressive morons who want to snap over the most trivial issues.