Mar 12, 2007 01:28
"Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late. I use the side door, that way Lumbergh can't see me. Uh, and after that, I just sorta space out for about an hour. Yeah. I just stare at my desk but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too. I'd probably, say, in a given week, I probably do about fifteen minutes of real, actual work."
"The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy. It's just that I just don't care. It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now, if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime. So where's the motivation? And here's another thing, Bob. I have eight different
bosses right now! Eight, bob. So that means when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my real motivation - is not to be hassled. That and the fear of losing my job, but y'know, Bob, it will only make someone work hard enough not to get fired."
That's Peter in Office Space to the efficiency experts. Just before being promoted. I feel the same way.
I officially no longer care about anything. It takes me more effort and stress to find entertainment than I get relief and relaxation out of doing it. I have no reason to get up in the afternoon (yes, afternoon, not morning). I haven't eaten anything approximating real food in a week. Heroes: Linderman, "People can sleep, or they can gamble, or they can even make love when they are miserable, but I think that most people will eat when they are happy." I have been in agreement with this ever since I heard it last Monday.
I am clearly, not happy. And I don't know what to do. The prospect of a weekend off gets me though....Monday.