I have grown weary. I am losing track of days because they are all the same. Slowly melting into a pool of mundane nothingness. Today is Friday, and I should be happy. I am not. I am tired. My body has become immune to the effects of caffeine and everyday has become a struggle to stay awake.
I should be grateful. I have a steady paycheck in a shitty economy and I don't work at McDonalds. I am not the girl who makes my sandwiches at lunch who has a small shrunken "claw" in place of a fully functioning hand. It could be worse.
I am grateful, I really am. I have two hands. I have things. Good things.
I just wish that I could enjoy the 40hrs a week I spend sitting in front of a computer. Instead I find myself sitting at a shitty desk everyday, staring blankly at a computer. I dont even need to use my brain to complete my work. Instead I daydream while taping away at the keyboard.
My desk is filled with other peoples junk. Random dusty staplers sitting on the right corner. I wonder if they even have staples in them. Some sort of beer part has been sitting here since I first started. A giant metal rack to my right... filled with cords, random electronics.... carelessly strew onto the shelves. Crooked shitty cubicle walls seperating my desk from the "kitchen."
It almost makes me laugh to think this is my first office job experience.
Things that I can see without moving from my desk...because making lists makes me feel important:
1. Jack Daniels Bar Stool ( I work at a beverage company, it almost makes sense that its sitting right next to my desk... in the middle of the office.)
2. A map of the United States.
3. A small mug, with a cozy scene of small Italian men drinking beer in a pub. One is grabbing a womans ass. Of course she is the one serving food.
4. A book of matches and one AA battery. Located inside my desk, they are not mine.
5. A can of Hormel Turkey Chili.
6. A Tiki Bar.
7. A Bald Guy.
8. A picture of two fighting monkeys.
9. Coupons to El Pollo Loco.
10. Ms. Butterworth.
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