My Mumbling Thoughts

Ugh, I am bored.

Probably not the best way to start off a blog entry, but I don't care. It's the truth! I'm bored. I'm bored, I'm at work, and I don't want to be here. I also have very little work to do, and the work that I could be doing is so mundane I'd much rather stab myself in the eye with a letter opener.

I'll save it for another day.

I try very hard to look busy and entertained by all the tasks that I'm given, but it's kind of hard to look interested when I'm yawning every five minutes. My coworker, Ms. Kathy, she knows I don't do work. I can feel it, feel the eyes on the back of her head watching me throughout the day.

There she is on facebook again, just wasting time and company money.

I could be reworking my resume right now, because the current state of my resume is shameful. It's cluttered, and not a proper representation of all of my valuable administrative skills that I've diligently worked on. After I rework my resume, I could apply for new jobs that are a little more interesting and require me to rub more than two neurons together and stare at the wall clock.

The wall clock, we all know, is the enemy.

I could be proactive and go look for work, but really...I just don't want to.

Instead I'll sit here and read one of my favorite books online, and hope Ms. Kathy doesn't out me in front of everyone.

I don't know who you think you're kidding; we can all see you watching videos on YouTube behind that privacy screen.

Ugh...

Being in an office is such a pitiful and painful existence. I've gone on about this many, many times, and yet I stay. Mostly because I like receiving a paycheck every two weeks, no matter how menial it is, and I like knowing that if I become terminally ill, get in a terrible car accident, or need emergency dental surgery, I can, and won't have to worry about selling my organs on the black market for payment. There is some assurance in it all. But is it worth trading in my sanity?

Kind of, I guess.

They should have a place at work for people who just get to that place in the day when they decide, nope, I'm not doing anymore work, I need a break. Then we can go to the "creative section" of the building where we can unwind, maybe have a fruity drink, and take a load off from being stuck in our cubes for long periods of time. It'd be like a mini holiday right inside the office walls.

The Creative Section would be so popular, though, it'd never work. No one would ever want go back to their desks. It'd be a mammoth to upkeep as well, and the Creative Section staff would resent the people who were there relaxing, they'd never want to help. It'd go tits up fast.

Maybe I'm in need of a Creative Section somewhere that isn't my desk. I just need a place where I can escape for a little while and...I don't know...write perhaps? Somewhere I don't have to think about Ms. Kathy spying on me, or listen to the people chatter in the hallways about this technical report, or that meeting. It's so bland. I live in a manilla-filled world.

I guess that's what I'll turn this bland Friday into - the day where I search for a Creative Section that is visible, yet hidden away from everyone. Because staring at this screen is not conducive for anything except an epileptic seizure.