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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

On Having To Spend Virtually All Of Your Waking Hours Performing Tasks That Simply Don't Interest You Any Longer

You barely skim through the headlines of the morning papers because your mind is already occupied with thoughts of the morning meeting for which you suspect you'll be underprepared.

You find yourself snapping at people and feeling contrite immediately after.

You practice smiling.

You spend time with people who think Dan Brown is next to Shakespeare. And Paolo Coelho next to God.

You take forever to finish a book because you barely read a few pages at night before keeling over.

You realise you lack the courage to break away. You try not to get bitter about this.

You attempt to find a balance between expressing your opinions and toeing the line.

You toe the line.

You stop going out after work for a drink because all anyone does is bitch about work.

You find that it doesn't matter which TV channel you're watching as long as there are bright colours, lights and music, and that's all the distraction you need.

You wonder what motivates people to do the things they do and say the things they say during office hours.

You come to the realisation that everyone is foolish, self-serving and myopic -- except for you, of course.

As you grow older, your rage at a mindless, moronic system is replaced by a dull, apathetic smoulder.

You're unable to write longer blog posts because deadlines loom.


  • it's like you read my mind... and i've only been working three years. i dont think there's any hope left. i feel like i'm in a comatose state at work

    By Blogger The ramblings of a shoe fiend, at 9:29 PM  

  • oh god i can relate to this :(

    By Blogger uma, at 7:52 AM  

  • Well, they say the first hundred years are the hardest...

    By Blogger PrufrockTwo, at 12:47 PM  

  • You stole my lines!

    By Blogger Veena, at 8:12 PM  

  • Work is the opium of the people, eh? As in, it leaves you sluggish, constipated and incoherent... I dunno. Quit actually working in offices several years ago and have been suspicious of them ever since. I miss the people, yes; I miss the watercooler friends. But the rest of it, nope. It's like having to do the Slough of Despond bit in Pilgrim's Progress ad infinitum ad nauseum.
    Good luck.

    By Blogger Hurree, at 8:31 PM  

  • My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense.

    By Blogger PrufrockTwo, at 2:57 PM  

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