Guided Fury

I am returned! Well....for this post at least.

Anyway, work has gotten interestingly different. I am now guided and directed. No longer is ITFury left to wander the halls looking for work, he now must log and document what he does. It's quite a change. I feel like an ostrich. Once I roamed the plains of some continent with wind blowing through my hair, eyelashes curling alluringly, flapping my wings but never quite taking off. Then..................someone hit me with a club, throws a sack over my head, and I wake up in a caged area walking in fecal matter. Every spring I'm sheared, my eggs are taken the moment they're laid, and the other ostriches tell me that Bingo the lovable cross-eyed ostrich didn't actually escape, but found his way into a meat grinder and that I'm next. The sad thing is, it feels kinda good to have a purpose, even if it is to become feed. Of course the farm could just go under and someone might throw the gates open and let us go free once more before that happens. Either way, it's all good by me.