Nighttime Euphoria and the Field of Reeds, or One Can Get Away with What One Dares

The first paragraph:

Although the following narrative strongly advocates circumvention of gainful employment’s restrictions, getting away with as much as possible while being reimbursed, I’m a law-abiding citizen and proud of it—for nearly two decades a fully documented homeowner, employed first by a corporate law firm and presently by a pharmaceutical advertising agency, both with multiple branches worldwide. My record’s spotless—according to official documentation I’m a model American, who’d never dream of hoodwinking my employer at every opportunity. I’m climbing the corporate ladder, all right—aping the part of unquestioningly obedient minion, careful to never remotely hint at harboring subversive sentiments, the better to maximize goof-off time. I take pride in how brazenly I lie to upper management, declare I feel privileged to be part of “the team,” during the annual review—the trick’s to play the angles without enabling anyone to measure them—the more I’m paid to amuse myself, treat myself to off-the-books recreation, without administration suspecting the more fulfilled I feel. Over 50% of scheduled time’s downtime and my sole goal’s to obtain more.