Friday, July 12, 2002 To all the 9-to-5'ers... I feel your pain. Because, really. How the everloving frell do you do this? Granted, perhaps Day 1 of the job was strange and mundane and depressing because I'd been out of commission so long. But to get up every day and do work that you don't want to do? For money that probably isn't enough? With people who may end up ravelling your nerves raw? My god, my god. How naive and stupid and childish I must sound... And it really wasn't that bad! I ran transactions and processsed receipts and used a computer. It's simple and I like updating accounts, keeping things in order. I'd make a great Founder*. [*Your semi-obscure DS9 joke for today] People are all right, though I'll be thankful when training's over and it's just me in the office for eight hours. I plan on taking care of some major reading backlog. They really don't care what I do - just let the customers in and out, and show newbies the empty space. That's what kills me. We rent EMPTY SPACE to people, and we're not allowed to ask what they put inside. Where's the fun in that? ::sigh:: Okay, now I need to go and get breakfast and dry my hair (yes, my hair's wet again) and go to work. Work. Gah. But money and Moby concert tickets and a bookcase and a new pair of shoes. These are the reasons why. And with that, I go forth. Good day to all. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.