The Grind

PostSecret is my favorite blog to read.
This Sunday (the 8th) a postcard was posted that read, "I pretend to be a captain on the bridge of the Enteprise to deal with the sheer monotony of my crappy job."
I think the sharing of the secret with help me deal with the...sheer monotony of my crappy job.

Sometimes I turn the volume of my phone up and imagine that it blows my hair back every time that it rings.
Our office cat had an ultrasound because she was having an upset tummy so her little belly was shaved and yesterday I picked her up an blew a raspberry on her belly.
I also like to chew ice up into small pieces and blow them at the bumps in the texture in the wallpaper.
Whatevah it takes, son.

Our office secretary sounds like a porn star but looks like a 12 year old, 4'9" Cambodian with hair to her knees and high-water pants. I imagine that men who speak to her on the phone imagine her as a Tahitian beauty in red lipstick with a pen in her mouth. They'd be so shocked if they were to meet her for dinner. She's in love with one of the other techs, though. Their witty banter screams affair worse than messy hair and torn panty hose.

Today I heard that a previous employee went into the pharmacy in the clinic, filled a syringe with morphine and injected himself then and there. He then went about his day as he'd been in the breakroom eating canned soup. He was only busted because there were cameras in the pharmacy. I guess that rules that option out.
I can wait to quit but I can't wait too long. I can only entertain myself so much before the reality of the grind dampens my wit.
This is why I have chosen to go into entymology. When working with insects, I think their diversity and the vastness of species will keep things entertaining. I hope for more to change from day to day than the date. Please, and thank you.
Ugh.