Workday

The most boring day, I would say is just about most workdays. I am sitting in my cubicle wondering how the fuck I ended up here. What happened to my aspirations of working at Google, yahoo or Boeing? What happened to my goals of running achieving amazing technological feats, be a part of future, make the future happen. These dreams and thoughts get fainter everyday to point where it feels like never existed in the first place. How did I end up here working for the government? Mind you, I am not working for some exciting branch of the government where I am deciding over circuitry for high tech missiles. I am instead working at a place with a decaying power system infrastructure and with folks so ancient, they remind of fossils.

I wonder if things would have been better if I had stayed at Edison, even though a power company, at least it was a private company. I liked the nice infrastructure that they had, the fancy lighting, the expensive chairs. However, I think again would they have just let me go in an economic struggle, perhaps. Therefore, I have to my fate for having a job in this economy, even though a boring lackluster job, still a job.

I have to pay a price for this job, pay for it by enduring boredom. I have to try to make the best of what my work has to offer. I have to find innovative ways of keeping my work interesting and come up with some original ideas.

The boredom at my work makes people eat all the time. This explains all the fatties at my company. Every time I go to the elevator, I have to bear the sight of all these homely women hogging up all the room in the elevator with a plate of stinky food in their hand.

I can remember when I use to imagine working in a top engineering firm going to meetings, presenting groundbreaking ideas, dressed in sharp business suits and discussing the future with the sharpest people around. However, alas this is where I am and have to learn to enjoy the boredom for it is not that hard otherwise.