RoCkInG The Boat!

		Wednesday, December 11, 2002
		I am SO bored! It's 9:30 a.m. and I have absolutely NOTHING to do at work. It's one of those days when I wish I were on some sort of flex-time program and I could just say, "I'm wasting my time and your money; see you later!" and just jet. I could be home reading a book & drinking hot chocolate or wandering through SAM or driving up to Goldbar for a rainy hike to Wallace Falls -- in short, ANYTHING but sitting here feeling utterly useless. I suppose I shouldn't complain, as there are probably lots of people out there who would be grateful to have a well-paying job which demands so little in return. And of course, it does allow me to almost live in a manner suited to my preferred lifestyle (not to mention paying off the slowly mounting credit card debt). But really, that's not the point. They compensate me very well to essentially be at my boss' beck-and-call, but there are days when I KNOW even he's as bored as I am. I can always tell because he either yells out of his office every half hour or so, asking if I've seen what the "market" is doing, or else there are long periods of dead silence, indicating that miraculously he has not lost yet another in a seemingly endless series of small skirmishes with his computer, which he is convinced is a machine designed with the specific objective of raising his blood pressure and generally making his life a living hell -- and that's just the email browser. Here's an example of what I'm talking about. Just now my boss asked me, "What's the highest mountain in the Continental U.S.?" This is THE MOST PRESSING ISSUE on his mind! And it's my job to play "Jeeves" and look up the answer, because he can't do something as simple as run a Google search! Can you say, "computer illiterate?" I knew you could. Oh well, at least now I've got a blog to play with, which at least gives the people in the cubicles around me the impression that I'm actually working, rather than just goofing off, which of course is what I'm really doing. Hm, tomorrow my boss will be out of the office. Sounds like a good opportunity to get my Christmas cards sent out. At least I'll be doing something productive... Posted byCOMTE on 9:49 AM

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