Current mood:
sneaky Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
So I'm sitting here at work, and not doing anything of any real importance, like usual. I spend most of my time doing nothing particuarly important. So I decide I would like something to drink. For those of you that don't know, my office is 2 floors of mostly empty space and storage boxes. There are 3 of us here daily and a 4th who comes in twice a week. It's a lot of empty space. We have 2 huge empty offices on our main level and basically an apartment upstairs. Complete with kitchen, dining table, futon, and a slightly creepy but squishy looking chair. There are also 2 stairways to reach that floor. One in the main hall near the offices where my co-workers reside. And a second in the supply closet. It's kind of a secret passage, as the stairs are accessible either from the over filled supply closet or the over filled file storage area. There are also bathrooms everwhere, including one tucked away more or less in the eave of the roof that gives it a funny small feeling.
I like that I have a secret passage. No one ever uses my supply room stairs, or really ever goes in my supply room at all, it's kind of my domain. I am the Keeper of the Paperclips.
I like to tromp up the stair and retrieve my water, or coke, or sprite or whatever is in the fridge this week, and scamper back to my desk with no one I work with being any the wiser.
It makes me feel very secretive, and I get so bored at work I pretend I'm doing really important work, and those files that I will soon be sorting and indexing contain some giant secret that I shall discover and will make me rich and famous.
And they'll write a book about me and I'll have my own special on the history channel.
I need more work to do. When I have little to do, I tend to have grand delusions. And write. Badly.
So that's the reason I love my job, because I have a secret passageway to the fridge, and it makes me feel special.
Dammit, you take joy where you can get it.
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