I'm at work. I don't know why, really, because there isn't shit for me to do. I'm just sitting here, bored as fuck. My "office" is also a tiny, tiny, tiny white room that reminds me of a looney bin or prison cell of some sort. Its always an uncomfortable temperature.
The "office" I'm in is actually a portion of the another room with new walls put up to section it off. One of the main A/C vents is right above my head. I haven't even turned my A/C on this year and its over 90F outside. Its like 60F in here. They waste so much energy it drives me nuts.
Oh yeah, nothing to do. I can't leave though. Why? Well, I'm broke as fuck, so I have to just sit here and let the seconds tick off. I've still got a good 3 hours or so left. Money aside, I have no idea why I'm here. I don't actually do much of anything anymore, or at least not what I was hired to do. I get all my work done in an hour or less most of the time. Everyone else stretches it to about 7 hours to look busy. Damn! I think that would drive me even crazier, operating at the speed of someone on 8mg xanax or something.
I have other major responsibilities outside work that cripple my ability to find other work. I have to be able to fit it into my schedule, which is really, really tight at times.
Also, someone sprays WD-40 all into the doorknob and it runs everywhere and gets on my hands. WD-40 IS NOT AN OIL LUBRICANT, ITS A DEGREASER.