no hope?

[zaxzax]

Just generally bored. Got a ton of stuff that I could be doing to benefit my life and where am I? Sat in front of a very small desk, surrounded by computer equipment, moving data from one spreadshite to another, burning disks for customers too fucking stupid to follow simple instructions and create their own. In fact most of my job seems to be about clearing up after stupid people. I used to tolerate fools, perhaps not gladly but at least I tolerated them. My toleration levels seem to be dropping daily and the urge to inflict painful and lasting violence upon morons grows with every passing thought of a set of rusty kitchen knives and an industrial garden chipper. Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately for them) I very rarely come into contact with said residents of fuckwitville. Leading me to wonder where all the malicious and violent thoughts go at the end of the day cos i'm pretty sure that I manage to leave all my frustrations at the office when I leave. Maybe they are stored in my desk and eke through my keyboard during the day, up into my fingers and from there up my arms into my brain?? Fuck knows, i'm blathering through boredom. Maybe if I felt even remotely challenged by my role then I wouldnt have to entertain myself with my own imagination.

Screw trying to make any sense I'm gonna go back to writing nonsense.