Working Stiff

Well, it's back to the ol' grind again. I took a little break for birthday fun and brokenness, but it's back to working a lot again. Now, that isn't to say that I skipped out on work. I still came, but we kept filing for later and big jobs for later. Now that I can successfully lift small piles of paper without cringing, I am back in paper filing business. I love mundane jobs. I don't feel I could do it for all my life, but for 4 hours a day for the next 5 months? Sure thing. I now have to match 5 digit codes from files to a spreadsheet. It is unreasonably soothing.

Less fun is that I have to resume work on the dreaded thesis. But again, the break has lit a fire under my buttocks that lets me work on guilt if not pure motivation.

There are downsides to being a working person again. I think I am coming down with the office cold. Jerks. It started on the ground floor, but worked its way into my office on the first floor because of a general staff meeting. Now I sniffle and look across the room to see what I'll be like in two weeks time. Then again, I seem to always be coming down with something, though never actually allowing it to reach full force. Maybe this sniffly nose and sinus headache will go away on its own. Or I have allergies I didn't know about. Whichever.

Also, I get a kick out of random office happenings. For instance, I nearly fell over laughing when a stray staple I was trying to remove flew onto the ajoining desk. That's not really that funny. But when you file papers all day long, it's hysterical. This saddens me. I don't want Office Space to get more funny to me. I don't want to scream along as they beat the copier into submission. Luckily, I'm easily entertained and as long as I can continue to use multicoloured highlighters and paperclips and play with the cool strips of white out, I should be fine. For 5 months more anyhow.