So I've been back to work for two days. I don't particularly enjoy it. I try to tell myself that there must be at least one redeeming thing about my job. There really isn't. Well nothing work related anyway. You see there are good things, I do socialize, I run away and invent projects that don't have anything to do with work at all. I try not to look at the clock for fear that time will go by too slowly. That can't be good. Maybe I need to change my workplace philosophy, I'm merely focusing on surviving. Surviving isn't bad, if you succeed at surviving you always come out alive. That being said I want more challenges than waiting for the end of the day to come. When that's your only challenge it becomes tougher than you think.
Plus I did find a great new place to nap undetected.
However I don't want this post to sound depressing and emo-rific. After all I did get to work with dirty, smelly empty bottles today.
After several hours I become just as dirty, smelly and empty.
Empty because after all, I get the satisfaction of sorting other people's empty bottles. Bottles that I didn't even get the pleasure of emptying myself.
Irony is harsh, hell I don't even know if that is irony. That's one for the Irony police to solve.
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