…can you be? Really? Can lack of necessary mental stimulation acutally make your brain give up and go on strike? Mine is threating. Loudly.
I DO actually have stuff to do…another mindless task. There are these drawers of files, see, and we are shipping them all somewhere else. So, I have to go get a stack of files, and then enter information into an Excel spreadsheet–the file number and the name of the person who’s file it is, and whether or not it has a 1041 form inside. Then I put it in a box. When the box is full, I print out the spreadsheet and stick it in with the files, so that when it gets where it is going, the recipiants will know what’s inside.
I was mildly entertained by this routine for…I dunno…maybe a day. At least it gave me a chance to improve my 10-key speed.
But now I have reached the point where the utter repetitiveness is making me crazy. Plus…my mind wanders. Which is bad when imputting a number that is very much like all the other numbers I have entered, since I’m assuming that I’m supposed to put the right numbers in. If my mind is wandering I’m not quite as diligent and more likely to hit a wrong key and not notice it.
Well…I start school in a couple weeks and THEN I will get mental stimulation. Or something. I’ll be expected to draw pretty pictures all day, as opposed to here where they probably would frown on me doing so.
I feel icky today. There is something contagious (and it’s not disco fever) that’s been going around the office and I think that stress and lack of sleep have lowered my immunity. Well, at least it’s friday. I can spend most of the weekend in a bathrobe and slippers if I so desire.
I got paid today, and not only is my check, again, way smaller than I would have hoped (I did the math, and though I am technically making $11/hr, after taxes it comes to less than $10.) but the bank puts a 7 day hold on all deposits for the first 30 days you have the account. So I can’t even get my dinky amount of money until next Friday. 
Suck.
I just realize that this comes across as a sad/mopey/whiny blog. Which is funny. I’m not having Emo-girl day. That was Monday. Today I’m relatively content. Well, not with my financial situation or the tedium of the task assigned me, but I’m certainly not curled up under my desk writing black poetry on black paper with a ink the color of darkest night mixed with my own blood.
I think I’m really just trying to waste some time, and hopefully stimulate my brain a little before it leaks out of my ears and crawls away like an autonomous piece of novelty vomit.
Also trying to gross my readers out with mental images, since I can’t actually post images on my blog from work…for some reason.
I need to find a new place to sit at lunch. I’ve been sitting on a bench in the park nearby and it seems that a little to the left of it is the local homeless urinal…whenever a breeze comes from that direction, it carries with it the aroma of human pee. Eww. I feel like I can still smell it on my coat, though I have smelled my coat to check and it really just smells like a coat. I think it just grossed out my psyche.
Or not. We’ll see if the people in the elevator edge away from me.
I’ll get back to you on that.
Ok…I’m off to go get more coffee (you know, to fuel my brain for all the working).
Hope all your days are going swimmingly and that you all remember that next Wednesday is National Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Coffee that is not quite hot does not quite disolve powdered creamer.
