Office Slacker has the tendency to do such things as sigh the sigh of the truly over-worked when his sole activity for the day has been to move a box approximately ten feet. Though I adore him the way I would a pothead older brother, his overt laziness strikes even me as ridiculous at times.
“It’s really hard being you, isn’t it?” I once asked.
“You don’t understand. When you work all day you get used to it. After reading Gawker for hours, it’s just that much harder to move.”
I rolled my eyes.
Then today, after a grueling morning of checking Gawker and reading Page Six online, I was forced to Fed-Ex one small envelope containing exactly five sheets of paper.
I feel utterly exhausted.
Monday
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You've nailed it! I've caught myself making that same "whoa, whatta day" sigh sound after spending a hard day deciding which pictures to slap on the blog, or whether dell or HP has the better laptop sale. I come home and feel absolutely WHIPPED!
"hard day?" fiance asks?
"absolutely. i'm beat."
what did I do? shuffled papers around and pretended to look busy when anyone walked by my desk.
Staring at the screen all day is tough. Which is why I take a "power nap" after lunch every day.
My fingers hurt from all that clicking, the mind's numb from reading blogs and scouring the web for interesting stuff to email to friends. Reading the stuff they send you, making sure your desk is a mess to look like you're frenetically working, and the hardest of them all, acting as if you're doing something productive when the boss walks by...
It's a hard life!
Thank goodness. I thought it was just me. Most days, I just can't believe I get paid. I'm banking as much as I can for the day they figure out how little I do.
Still, you should ask for a raise.
definitely like my day here. i recently inherited the 'privacy screen' from another employee who left the company + i am a click click clicking away while i'm blogging + shopping FOOL! who cares!? they dont think i'm working anyway. but dammit, i sure am busy when they need me 2 do something. HA!
hell, they've been paying me 2 sit here & blog 4 a year + NOW they expect me 2 work? psfffffffffft!
hahahahahahaha. i don't care if you're lazy but if you see i'm working, office slacker... dammit if you don't quit bothering me every 10 minutes!!! hahaha
LOL. We must work together. ;)
Haha nice.
You all must be government workers from the land of Dilbert...
I so relate. My paranoia about "them" discovering how little I do during the day is only eclipsed by my fear that they may give me something to do.
I am so glad I am not the only one out there who feels the need to work hard at pretending to work...
you must be exhausted...you should get to the nearest happy hour and take the edge off!
... it's an art, really. This whole working ten real minutes a day.
We should all bow to Office Slacker-- o'wise one.
I've come to accept the boredom of the job, and wear it as a badge of pride that I can remain visibly busy doing enough to keep the vultures away from my desk, regardless of what actual work is being done. There really should be an Oscar given for the best workplace performance, I know several shoo-ins.
boring = tiring. boredom is even considered a source of psychological stress, as is having no creative outlet or input in your job. not surprising, really.
Now if only Office Slacker could simultaneously obtain 5 other jobs where he only needed to actually work for 10 minutes a day....he could make a brief appearance at each, still only work an hour a day, and bring in 6 full time salaries. That would be something.
I just love when our part-time staffer walks in mid-morning and bitches about needing a vacation. Bite Me!
Now back to pretending to work...
Amen, fellow slackers! I feel your pain!
I must admit that I am one of the lucky ones; my boss knows that I'm bored and need ways to keep myself entertained, and he in fact enourages me to keep from being too bored in whatever way works for me.
Somehow, though, I always feel the need to pretend to be busy when he walks into my office. I'm not fooling anyone (hell, I work for a psychiatrist!), but I still feel compelled to put on The Busy Show.
And actual work? After being lazy for a few hours? Sheer Torture.
It's slavery, I tell you. SLAVERY! This is how it starts.... first it's Fed-Ex'ing an envelope, then it's making a photocopy, and then it's (gasp) making a phone call. Get some rest tonight, girl. It might be worse tomorrow.
I should find out where you work so I can apply for a job there. I need exactly the type of exhaustion you and Office Slacker face daily.
Where have ya'll been all of my life? Finally, a group who understands.
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