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After having spent the day alternately reading about a man who was accidentaly transported to 13th century Poland 10 years before the mongols invade and reading about crazy homeless people, I've decided that my job is boring. Aren't you supposed to not be able to read like 200 pages in a book while technicaly not slacking because all the work is done? I don't get it. When I'm at work, there isn't anything to do. When I'm not at work and I'm not getting paid, there's a bunch of stuff I'm apparently responsible for. It's like when I applied for this job I fell into the Bizarro Universe where you don't work when you're at work, but when you're not at work you are the only one who can do whatever it is they want done. Maybe when I have the time and money to get a life all my posts won't be about work.