You are lost

Forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards… every time I turn around, any way I try to look at it there’s always more of it.  I could build a replica of every house I’ve ever lived in out of all the paperwork that keeps appearing for me to do.

Meetings here, a walkthrough there… make it happen.  Corporations suck.  This would be easier if I were on salary so I could just work without worrying about hours.

Nothing else really happening.