One would
have thought that a three day weekend would be just the thing to recharge the
old creative batteries and get the juices flowing. I think the opposite
occurred however. This blank page has been staring at me for a little while now
with little to…. um…. er…. …uh…. hm…. something. I think the weight of
returning to work and sitting in this godforsaken cubicle all day has sapped
whatever recharging might have happened. It’s hard to return to a mundane life
after spending so much time trying to be a little better than average.
The thought
of calling people and asking them why they fell down or let their apartment
catch on fire or why they ate that expired yogurt and why they feel someone
else should pay for it seems disgusting to me today. Legitimately disgusting.
The very idea of having to do this makes my hands ache and my forearms feel
tired. My eyes seem to be crossing and I feel a wave of sleepiness coming over
me.
I was out
yesterday with a few people who immediately lost interest as soon as I told
them I do for a daily wage. I could have said anything. I should have said
anything. I should have been like, “Oh, I’m a chair duster for the Chicago
Symphony”, or, “I’m the guy that helps the guy that paints the lines in the
streets”. Anything would have been more entertaining or interesting than
Liability Claims Examiner. It’s like telling people you’re a leper with the
most fingers.
Mind you, I
am not unhappy to have a job. In this economy and with the cost of just about
everything, having a job is a good thing. Even if it’s a boring, terrible, mind
numbing, soul sucking, and debasement of everything good and holy on a daily
basis. It might seem as if I’m being a little harsh on this employment of mine.
It’s true. I am being harsh. It’s just so damn hard to convince oneself to keep
doing the same old crap everyday. Crap that is completely unrewarding in any
way. (Other than a lousy paycheck that barely seems to last very long.)
Over the
long holiday weekend I felt slightly good about the life I have. I’ve got good
friends that care about me whom I sometimes don’t always appreciate properly, I
have a fairly decent place to live, I have food I like in the house, I still
look okay in a cardigan sweater and I can still make people laugh. Those are
pretty good things and as happy as I was with all of it, it was simply wiped
away as the alarm clocks went off around my head this morning. The dread of the
cubicle, the annoyance of the ringing phone, the dead inside feeling that comes
with riding the train like so much cattle to the slaughterhouse, just drained
me of any joy. The three days of fun, relaxation and booze, was now only a
memory and replaced with the ongoing dread of the rest of my days.
The three
days now seem like a reminder that I am letting my time slip away into the void
of perpetual mediocrity. I have to get up, dust myself off and get busy
doing…um…the thing with the…um…yeah….that thing. You know, with the thing?
Thing Damn it.
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