Hardly, Working Hard

Come what may, I'm out of the house by 8:30 every morning as I have a 9 to 5 job. 9 sharp, being the 1st one there, I open the windows in the office, set up my laptop, choose the best chair (early bird kinda thing), and dive head-first into work.

I open up Firefox (... what's that browser, Mozilla?). 1st tab has what am paid to do. 2nd tab is my email. The next 6 tabs are grounds for diagnosis of chronic ADD in the work environment. Although, I like to think of them as advancing my inner ninja. They range from news articles, to nerd jokes, to social networks, to "hey Google, I'm feeling lucky today".

The thing is, I actually don't feel like am working unless I have those sites to quickly switch to and switch back. Even right now, am on blogger at 9:35pm on the 1st Monday of the month, instead of sending that email order i was too lazy to draw up on Friday (it's never that serious). Without distractions at work, we lose our humanity and might as well be robots computing pi all day.

I do my job very well, that is, not too much to get brain damage, not too little to go back home with a clean shirt. I manage to stay clear of the boss-lady's cross-hairs (Lord knows she aims to injure for a couple of generations). I subtly participate in office jokes (here's one: An alcoholic walks into a company statistics presentation and says, please don't raise the bar ... *one silent cough at far side of the room*). I've even managed to share my angry birds game with the more hard-working people so as to level our job performance output.

4:37 p.m., my brain enters safe mode. Higher processing power is put on hold to accommodate for motoring skills for the journey back to my cave. It's a good 23 minutes of swiveling, doodling, whatsapping, drawing squares and rectangles on my desktop with the cursor (Fun Fact: even Mac has this piece of time-wasting), and of course, checking the time over and over and over.