Work

Today's work was dull as always, and any other day would have seen me trying to tear out my hair in boredom. However, today seemed a little bit different in the way that I noticed just how normal everything is. I sit at the same desk every day, and pretty well all my co-workers ignore my very existence as a whole. I could probably stay over night and not even the cleaners would notice that there was some guy in the way of the below standard job that they are so used to doing. (I swear that the same ham and cheese sandwich, which had been one of my lunches, the same thing since elementary school, has been in my garbage can for around a month.) That goes to say that of course I have stayed overnight and no one noticed that anything was different, except for perhaps the permeating smell of BO that I had acquired from many days of being the first one to arrive in the morning, and the last to leave at night. So as you can see I really don't have any friends, because if you think anyone cared that I was never at home and was knee deep in work, believe me when I say that no cops were called for the missing person's report.


In any case, my actual job isn't that interesting. People drop stacks of paperwork in my inbox, like they are the most important things in the world and I just have to get them done immediately, I stamp them up and put them in my outbox so that they can be left there for two weeks. This stuff is *cough*bullshit*cough*. It's the same old thing every day and it never changes. Never. Never must last forever, especially in my line of lifetime enhancement courses. I have a whole stack of those CDs that promise to enhance your life and make you less socially awkward or something like that, but I guess you can tell how that worked out. I digress.


Now, I am sitting at home, with my cup of tea and lemon, no sugar because it could make me hyperactive, and no one would want that now would we, because even that I can only do in a mediocre fashion. Perhaps I get a small buzz and a bit jumpy, but I do better at the bottom of a bottle. It makes all my worries and cares go away, which is actually a blatant lie, but it's something I would like to believe in, because I don't actually believe in much, if you couldn't tell that already. There is no god, there is no higher power, and there are certainly no supernatural monsters and the like. Now perhaps I should be curling up in my white sheeted bed, with a navy blue comforter including the anchor accents, and crying my unremarkable butt to sleep, because nothing else is going to change today, or tomorrow, or perhaps maybe even the next day, but I think there is a better use of my time putting my head down and getting everyone else's paperwork finished for them. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to that.