Bald, apathetic, monkey robots: Nature's candy

Let's face it, my job could be done by a monkey or a robot or a robot monkey. Instead, they pay me, quite well (all things considered), to do it. I guess that may spoil me somewhat when I go to another job and get paid less to do more? or the same even.

I guess it might also be hard to find another job that, for lunch, I can just leave whenever I feel like it, without looking to see what time it is, and wander back when I feel "ready". Or find a job where everyone else takes so many "personal" days that no one cares or can complain if I call in sick or leave early or come in late.

Yes indeed, my workplace is one big den of apathy. Dream job? Hardly. Apathy is not inspiring, enriching or fulfilling, did you know? It sure is an easy way to make money, if you don't count the mind-numbing boredom and emotional dullness. If there was just one person here that I could joke with or with whom I could have a decent conversation, I bet I could have stuck it out longer. Like in school, the classes where someone could laugh with me, I attended, the others, I did not.

And so, my cushy, well-paying job is nearly at a close and as the end day draws near, I feel lighter and lighter. Can you have a rut on your shoulder? I felt I was in such a rut here, but it feels heavy, like it's weight I'm carrying. Was carrying.

I'm glad I'm leaving. I might not feel so glad when I'm getting paid minimum wage to clean toilets in the Tim Hortons in January when no other job on earth is available to me...but I'm a daring lady. I'm willing to chance it. I have chanced it. I'm chancing baby. Chancing big time. Cha-cha-chance.

And so.

Work is sooo odd. So many of us, counting minutes, in limbo, life drifting past...
eating dates and listening to Tenacious D....getting paper cuts and burning our tongues on hot tea and/or coffee...steering clear of annoying coworkers and hiding gin in a water bottle...taking surveillance photos with our cell phones, up the skirts of colleagues and contemplating revenge plots in the bathroom...smuggling in firearms, "just in case" and drawing identifying sketches of the leprechauns that hide in our bottom drawer and who use psychic powers to control our will...

Yep, yep yep.

Is it too early to put up a christmas tree? Answer: No. Not according to commerce. Malls are filled with them. I have to admit though, the snow smell in the air has been giving me the hankering to listen to my Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack. So I'm a sucker. Sue me. Charles Schulz made melancholy children's entertainment. Who does that now? No one I know of. All the cartoons characters and child actors and adults acting for children all seem to be smiling so hard, you figure they are pushing their gallbladders out of their assholes with the force of their fake positivity. Cartoons about depressed, bald losers. That's what's what people.
That is what is what.

Anyhoodles.