this morning i've sent 46 faxes in 2 hours. i won't even go into the amount of ridiculously asinine busywork that goes into each transmission, nor the number of trees i've killed. i feel like a total paperslave. i feel like i've spent way too many minutes contributing absolutely nothing to society. i feel more closely bonded with a fax copier than i do to any human being at the moment. i'm about to crack --- and quit this job. it's not pretty.
so do you want to know what just saved me from running outside and throwing myself into friday lunchtime traffic?
this:
if my office looked like THIS, i'd send 52 faxes every 2 hours.
okay, so i wouldn't.
but i wouldn't be thinking outrageous thoughts about bringing my pathetic office-serf existence to an end right before what's supposed to be a beautiful weekend. i know that much for sure.
have to run - i think i hear the confirmation report for the 47th fax printing.
(oh, and thank you mr. habachy for saving my life.)
2 comments:
if you were an aesthetician in a very fancy spa i think you could ask that your office look like this. or, alternatively, you could just be a customer in said fancy spa, which would be uber enjoyable in and of itself...
This made me giggle in parts, and you always paint such a picture...
I'm sorry you feel trapped though. Hang on, life is full of doing things we don't want to - we are servants in so many ways, rowing in our boats... but we are also free if we choose to serve the Lord. When we rest, we can rest, and be glad in it.
*warm smile & hug for you*
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