Dead Men Walking – 9am
2. Read said children’s (and some adults’) logs from chat rooms formed by big family-friendly conglomerate company
3. Punish them for not following big family-friendly conglomerate company standards.
4. Repeat cycle.
Conversations amongst Peers in Row behind Me – 10am
“Are you a folder or a crumbler?”
“A folder or crumbler? In the bathroom.”
(Pause.) “Folder?” (Pause.) Wait, no, crumbler. Actually, I kinda do both. I fold and crumble. It’s not like the most perfect fold, you know? Just enough where I can get a full wipe and keep my hand clean.”
(Pause.) “TMI dude.”
(Sounds of clicking keyboards. Another group two rows away breaks out in laughter at an unrelated subject.)
Much-Needed Break – 11am
Stop Counting Minutes to Lunch and Start Getting Work Done – 12pm
Don’t. Close. Eyes.
Must. Think. About. What. To. Get. For. Lunch.
Don’t Close Eyes.
Lunch – 1pm
Decisions, decisions. It all depends on how lazy I am:
- Do I want to drive a car somewhere? If not, I only have a two-block radius to work with.
- There are a few sit-down restaurants. Are they quick enough for one hour? Not all the time. I’m not taking chances. Out.
- South: a burger shack. Tempting, but since I don’t have a high metabolism like most of the men (and some females), it’s best to stay away.
- North is a market, an Americanized Greek chain, a bakery/café and Chinese food. Along the way: pizza, hot dogs and overpriced contemporary Italian food. I don’t feel like walking. Out.
- West: Mexican food with a C score. Thai food with huge proportions. Calorie intake for both: four days worth.
- East: More burgers, sub sandwiches, markets and Mexican food. Too far. No.
- Across the street: the aforementioned big coffee chain. A second on the list sub sandwich place. They know my order and quick with it. I also get a discount. Win.
Food Coma – 2pm
This Must Be Purgatory – 3pm
Those with lives start planning on what to do after work.
The rest look forward to bed and re-runs.
Everyone’s eyes are glued to the clock.
Don’t. Fall. Asleep.
Last Break then the Mind Begins to Wander – 4pm
• Smoke [a] cigarette[s]. Buy/make myself a cup of coffee.
• Sitting at a desk all day glued to the computer creates problems. Fat people are getting fatter. The blind blinder. The skinny, happy, pretty people stay skinny, happy and pretty.
• Wouldn’t life be better if I pursued rock star status? Never mind if I can’t sing.
• What am I supposed to eat when I get home?
• Is it bad if I want to sleep with my boss?
• I should invest in more cats.
• Is it 5:30 yet? Fuck.
• Time for more coffee
Losing it – 5pm
Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Dinner. Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Nick. Chat logs. Chat logs. Depressing. Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Chat logs. Sleep. Chat logs. E-mail. Chat logs. Fucked up. Chat logs. Chat logs.
Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. Fuck this shit. (Emphasis on the fuck and shit.)
Light at the End of the Tunnel – 5:30
There’s a god.
[Enter time in known business-management application at 5:55]
[Leave office at 6pm.]
[Fight traffic and asshats – get home by 6:30pm.]
[Bed – 7pm]
[Start the cycle all over again – 6:45am]
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this job, it’s that stupid people become stupid parents and breed new generations of stupidity that we have to deal with for thirteen bucks an hour.