The HR Hole

While walking down the street, I unexpectedly fell down a hole. A couple of weeks have past and I have yet to crawl back out.

I think it's been a few weeks. It feels like it. But, I'm not sure. I know I've been in this hole long enough that I don't remember where I was walking when I fell. I don't remember what time of the day it was, or why I was walking at all.

The nice thing about this hole is that it's fairly well-lit. I can see myself well enough to keep myself properly groomed. I wear the proper clothes. I even see other people down in this hole.

The people that I see are pleasant. They smile. They stop to briefly chat. But they quickly move on. It's almost as if they know I'm in the hole. However they seem unaware that they're in the hole with me.

The hole is well-lit because there is a source of electricity. This allows me to use my computer, but only for short periods of time. This is a bit frustrating. I'm trying to piece my thoughts together so I can write. Unfortunately, the blackout periods have become so long that what I write is thoughts that either are not my own or just plain lame.

I do have one thought that is my own. I'm going to be in this hole for awhile.

How do I know? Because this hole is very familiar to me. It may not be the same hole I've been in before. But it's very similar. Like most holes, it has it's constraints. It allows for little contact with the outside world. It's full of secrets. It's an archeological dig lined with damaging evidence that could have major ramifications on my life and the lives of others. It has an opening at the top. Thus I have the ability to send up an occasional flair just to let the outside world know that I'm alive.

Since I'm not sure how long I've been down here, I'm not sure if anyone remembers me anymore. Would they recognize me if they saw me on the street? After I crawl out of the hole, I'll probably be covered with dirt and be unrecognizable. It would be nice to talk to people outstide the hole. But I can't take any incoming calls. And I didn't have my contact list with me when I fell down the hole.

I apologize if this post seems esoteric or incomprehensible. That's the problem with holes. You lose the ability to communicate.