When I accepted my new job at Forrester in Cambridge, MA I had no idea of the challenges I would face just getting to work.
On my first day I braved "The Path". Every day that I reach the office from now on will be a triumph over almost insurmountable odds.
After stumbling past the last boulder, I encounter an oppressive bank of trees closing in on the one side and wild grass and plants grabbing at my legs on the other.
Ducking under low hanging branches as I try to follow the barely discernible path.
Where trees are sparse, the sun beats relentlessly down on my exhausted frame.
Testament to the arduous nature of the "trail": Resuscitation stations like these have been positioned at regular intervals along the way for wayfarers who take on more than they can handle.
Until finally, my haven appears as I run the gauntlet between the outstretched, nightmarish boughs grasping at my clothes.
And then I have to make the trip back again in the afternoon. And I haven't even started talking about those Canada geese and their polite aggression. How am I going to survive this?
