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:: Friday, August 02, 2002 ::

"Life is hard, and nature eats you." (Realism, according to Dr. Watson)

Yet another day at work with NOTHING to do. I'm beginning to wonder if I was hired on the basis of charity -- "Aww, poor college student. Let's pay her more money than she's ever seen in her life to sit in her office and stay out of everyone's way."
This is not entirely accurate, as I have had plenty of challenging assignments up until 2 weeks ago. "Out of sight, out of mind" is how one co-worker describes my situation; I am too quiet and efficient, not to mention that my office is in the opposite end of the building from my boss. I guess it hasn't occured to him in a while (despite my mentioning it) that I am being paid to sit in a comfortable leather chair and tear up sticky-notes from boredom. Of course, he occasionally asks me to watch his 2-yr-old terror child, who would much rather scream and rip apart legal documents than let me come within 10 feet.
I know that I should be productive, regardless. The best plan I have is to ruin something so I can fix it on company time. Two ideas come to mind... 1) Infiltrating the system with a computer virus that I can then debug, or 2) Founding an oil company, getting sued, and hiring myself to represent me at trial. Or maybe I could just throw confetti everywhere and spend the rest of my time here picking it up from under people's feet. That's job security for ya!
There is much more I could say, but I won't. If you are hungering to hear more ranting over this company, you can check out Paula's blog. The "DP" featured in her writing is my boss.) Please tell me that all of you out there have workplace woes as well!

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