It's currently 4:40 on this fine Tuesday afternoon (technically it's 4:41). That means two things: 1) I need to change my timezone on the blog so the correct time appears with my posts and 2) I can dart out the door in only 20 minutes. Normally, I would complain about having spent all day in the desolate, dark corner I call my desk, but I took a half day and things aren't so bad. Severe insomnia zapped any will to get up out of bed this morning and 4 hours of sick leave seemed like the best option. Why yes I slept in and I'm better off for it.
For most jobs, I would have been fine forcing myself out of bed and pumping my body full of dangerous amounts of disgusting office coffee, but there is one thing you should know, I absolutely loathe my current job. I alluded to this slightly in my open letter. I won't post the link because I'm far too lazy. Just scroll down and you'll see. Basically, that was the tip of the iceberg. I will most certainly elaborate as to why I despise my current position but now is not that time. Just know this, my job is slowly sucking the life out of me and I am desperate to escape. I'm also pretty sure they are trying to kill me... I mean literally trying to kill me.
There was a point to this post when it started. Maybe I was excited to be writing how much I hate my job while still at the office. You see, I don't care if the IT guys (and gals?) are monitoring this. I want them to watch. On some level, I'm sure they would sympathize. What's more likely is that they wouldn't care enough to report this to HR.
But talking about work wasn't the point of this exercise. So what the hell was?
I think the intention was to create a stream of consciousness writing exercise imposed by the most grueling task master of all, me. If anyone of you reading actually knows me, you'd realize how absurd that previous statement was. Can I end a sentence with "was?" I'll leave that one up to the philosophers.
What I am really trying to accomplish is filling the last 20 minutes of my tolerable half day with something remotely interesting. Doing actual work would certainly never accomplish that. I actually started writing with the intent of not proof reading the post until I finished. That clearly has not been the case, as I've gone back and reread each sentence about 3,000 times. Ultimately, it's a silly task because no matter how many edits I make, this is still an unfocused, jumbled mess. Who cares really? The whole point of Clever Pun is to write. The topics aren't important. The style doesn't matter. I could give two shits about the length of what I write. It's all about writing for the sake of writing. How else can you get better if you don't practice? Sure everything in the beginning will be garbage but that's an integral part of the whole process. As long as I'm coming up with halfway coherent sentences, I'm happy.
Consider this post a little better explanation of what this site is all about. I set out with nothing specific in mind and slowly narrowed my focus. I'm not claiming that I was successful in this endeavor but at least I haven't hit a wall.
I think I might have spoken too soon. Oh look, it's 5:00.
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