The glorious tedium, revelling in it’s domination of all it surveys, eyes it’s prey with gluttonous envy and sweeps over those unlucky enough to stand in it’s way.
Time crawls slowly as grains of sand fall wearily, one by one through my mind’s eye. The boredom, like a steel tipped arrow, penetrates my flesh, tearing, ripping, lodging deeply in my soul.
The ear splitting “clickety clack” of the Bar Code Sorter reverberates in a never ending pattern, for all the world sounding like a train which will never reach a station.
Eyes glaze over, movement becomes stilted and the joy of life drips away like wax from a burning candle. All pleasure is lost as the day descends deeper into the gloom and each minute seems to pass like highway markers on the road to purgatory.
And so did the first two hours of work slip away in a semi-conscious haze, my mind overloaded with bells, whistles, lights, place names and postcodes. A never ending stream of mail threatened to overwhelm me.
The usual faces, sad and sombre gathered about, going through the motions as well as their unmotivated bodies would let them, gloomily tackling the repetitive tasks that would test their strength and wrack their brains until evening.
Slowly, like the first light of dawn peeking over the hills, my mood improved, efficiency increased and I didn’t feel so down anymore.
Shot with a new found enthusiasm, I managed to finish the day without my torpor overwhelming me or the sad and the surly upsetting my apple cart.
Another week at the “Happiness Factory” done and the weekend was upon me.
It really can be a trial of mental strength. A long term waiting game. Waiting for the bell. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting for holidays. Waiting for retirement! Arrgh!
If I wanted to partake in something so long and boring I would read a Salman Rushdie novel instead!
Leaving the MC for the last time this week, the arrival of the long awaited weekend greeted me like a southerly change and the chance to leave behind my complaints for two days is gladly taken.
Soon enough my mind body will be back at the MC, my morale taking hit after hit, absorbing blows like a convict takes a cat o’ nine tales but as always, I will live again to fight another day.
Hope all are well and having a great weekend. Until next time.
Time crawls slowly as grains of sand fall wearily, one by one through my mind’s eye. The boredom, like a steel tipped arrow, penetrates my flesh, tearing, ripping, lodging deeply in my soul.
The ear splitting “clickety clack” of the Bar Code Sorter reverberates in a never ending pattern, for all the world sounding like a train which will never reach a station.
Eyes glaze over, movement becomes stilted and the joy of life drips away like wax from a burning candle. All pleasure is lost as the day descends deeper into the gloom and each minute seems to pass like highway markers on the road to purgatory.
And so did the first two hours of work slip away in a semi-conscious haze, my mind overloaded with bells, whistles, lights, place names and postcodes. A never ending stream of mail threatened to overwhelm me.
The usual faces, sad and sombre gathered about, going through the motions as well as their unmotivated bodies would let them, gloomily tackling the repetitive tasks that would test their strength and wrack their brains until evening.
Slowly, like the first light of dawn peeking over the hills, my mood improved, efficiency increased and I didn’t feel so down anymore.
Shot with a new found enthusiasm, I managed to finish the day without my torpor overwhelming me or the sad and the surly upsetting my apple cart.
Another week at the “Happiness Factory” done and the weekend was upon me.
It really can be a trial of mental strength. A long term waiting game. Waiting for the bell. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting for holidays. Waiting for retirement! Arrgh!
If I wanted to partake in something so long and boring I would read a Salman Rushdie novel instead!
Leaving the MC for the last time this week, the arrival of the long awaited weekend greeted me like a southerly change and the chance to leave behind my complaints for two days is gladly taken.
Soon enough my mind body will be back at the MC, my morale taking hit after hit, absorbing blows like a convict takes a cat o’ nine tales but as always, I will live again to fight another day.
Hope all are well and having a great weekend. Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 