I've been in some very boring jobs in my life. I can count four (including this one) where I've just sat on my arse and looked busy at appropriate times (on the rare occasion a boss is in sight). Today, I was actually laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling thinking how the ceiling looks so topographical. Many people would think this a dream job. Hurrah! I don't. Whenever you are in these boring jobs, it's like you're sapped. I've always thought how great it would be to write a novel or something whilst in a boring job, but believe me, the atmosphere is not conducive. So you end up becoming lazy and feel a mild guilt and anger at being so useless. You know what I've learned? Although I hate doing gay, dumb busywork, work is only tolerable when you have someone fun with whom to share your tasks. Sing everyone..."you've got to have friends..."
