Fish in the Gobi
Damn, work is depressing. My co-workers present a mental capacity in line with having been forced to watch soap operas for seven years straight. There's a programmer or two, but they can't seem to point their skillset at anything useful. Meanwhile, my fading neurons are rattling around like a superball in the wash.
Thursday, for example: Brain is wandering, in a desperate attempt to concentrate on ANYTHING except the data entry which has been assigned to me.
Hmm, today is 21/6, Winter solstice is tonight, 21/6 is 7/2, 216 is the cube of the month, the sum of integers to the month equals the day, 2+1 is 3, 3+2+1 is 6, 2 as a root of 16 is 22...
*glances at the word puzzle in the newspaper that co-workers have been puzzling over for the entire morning*
...wordpuzzle solution is "CENTRALLY", real estate prices are continuing to rise in a predictable mathematical progression, the Fantastic Four map well to the classical elements and the Silver Surfer maps to the "fifth" of void, the Red/White/Black literary convention and psychological visual trimvirate is alive and well in the Harry Potter characters of Rubeus, Albus and Black, there are five fields on this computer screen which take most of my time to fill in and are entirely superfluous according to the logical requirements of the record storage, I'll just invent a space-saving workflow method for this paperwork so I can see my desk, if we implemented a two-thousand-dollar bit of software just here we would save $150,000 per year in processing costs, the equations governing the necessity for most of the work I've been handed come out as zero or negative, who the hell is running this place anyway
THEM: "Hur hur I have a duck."
Any wonder I'm trying to invent a career that doesn't involve having my focus or resources batted about by idiots like the ball in some kind of zombie soccer match?
Thursday, for example: Brain is wandering, in a desperate attempt to concentrate on ANYTHING except the data entry which has been assigned to me.
Hmm, today is 21/6, Winter solstice is tonight, 21/6 is 7/2, 216 is the cube of the month, the sum of integers to the month equals the day, 2+1 is 3, 3+2+1 is 6, 2 as a root of 16 is 22...
*glances at the word puzzle in the newspaper that co-workers have been puzzling over for the entire morning*
...wordpuzzle solution is "CENTRALLY", real estate prices are continuing to rise in a predictable mathematical progression, the Fantastic Four map well to the classical elements and the Silver Surfer maps to the "fifth" of void, the Red/White/Black literary convention and psychological visual trimvirate is alive and well in the Harry Potter characters of Rubeus, Albus and Black, there are five fields on this computer screen which take most of my time to fill in and are entirely superfluous according to the logical requirements of the record storage, I'll just invent a space-saving workflow method for this paperwork so I can see my desk, if we implemented a two-thousand-dollar bit of software just here we would save $150,000 per year in processing costs, the equations governing the necessity for most of the work I've been handed come out as zero or negative, who the hell is running this place anyway
THEM: "Hur hur I have a duck."
Any wonder I'm trying to invent a career that doesn't involve having my focus or resources batted about by idiots like the ball in some kind of zombie soccer match?