Inch by inch, moment by moment the inexorable advance of time maintains it’s metronomic cadence. Slowly but surely we are counting off the minutes until the misery of work expires for another week.I feel the twiddling fingers of boredom flicking my ears and pulling my nose, poking my face and tweaking my hair, leaving my mortal remains closely ensconsed in the reality of work whilst my soul ventures far and wide through the narrow tunnel of my mind’s eye.
Like a mountaineer clinging precariously to a perpendicular ridge, pushing forward slowly, hoping to crest a summit before a blizzard sets in, so too do I press on through the lonely haze of dreariness and tedium which I often encounter in my day to day routine, hoping not to fall into meandaring fields of madness far below.
The monotony of my everyday experience at work is enough to drive an imaginative man insane leaving him prostate, moaning aloud, wishing for a speedy end to his travails, waiting with bated breath for a saviour to thrust an iron stake through his breast, thus releasing him from nightmarish toil. Only then is one free to savour clean air and roam without constriction through the corridors of dreams. Who knows what we may find?
And so it came to pass that I found myself once more at the start line of a days work at the MC this afternoon. An appropriate day to be indoors given the amount of rain falling making for a gloomy day outside as well as in.
Into the fields of grey I marched, no bands no fanfare, merely the same droll job and the requirement to be the usual droll worker that I am.
The shift passed quickly enough despite the repetitive nature of the day, following the same pattern as always with the same results. The same people performing the same tasks with the same result and the recalcitrant strain amongst the staff doing their best to irritate and bedraggle the rest of us.
And so despite the pessimism of my tone and mental torture I endured knowing full well that this may be my life for the next 20 years, I survived to fight again another day.
And so, off to bed I go now, duties complete and service rendered faithfully for another day. Off to enjoy the promised story in my head, off in the land of dreams.
Like a mountaineer clinging precariously to a perpendicular ridge, pushing forward slowly, hoping to crest a summit before a blizzard sets in, so too do I press on through the lonely haze of dreariness and tedium which I often encounter in my day to day routine, hoping not to fall into meandaring fields of madness far below.
The monotony of my everyday experience at work is enough to drive an imaginative man insane leaving him prostate, moaning aloud, wishing for a speedy end to his travails, waiting with bated breath for a saviour to thrust an iron stake through his breast, thus releasing him from nightmarish toil. Only then is one free to savour clean air and roam without constriction through the corridors of dreams. Who knows what we may find?
And so it came to pass that I found myself once more at the start line of a days work at the MC this afternoon. An appropriate day to be indoors given the amount of rain falling making for a gloomy day outside as well as in.
Into the fields of grey I marched, no bands no fanfare, merely the same droll job and the requirement to be the usual droll worker that I am.
The shift passed quickly enough despite the repetitive nature of the day, following the same pattern as always with the same results. The same people performing the same tasks with the same result and the recalcitrant strain amongst the staff doing their best to irritate and bedraggle the rest of us.
And so despite the pessimism of my tone and mental torture I endured knowing full well that this may be my life for the next 20 years, I survived to fight again another day.
And so, off to bed I go now, duties complete and service rendered faithfully for another day. Off to enjoy the promised story in my head, off in the land of dreams.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 