Bland

Do you ever have those days that are about as exciting and significant as a blank wall or a turned off TV screen? A day where if days could be lost in a crowd of other days there is nothing that would distinguish this one from any other. That was today for me. I feel like Jim from the Office as he sits and explains how he slowly moved Dwight’s desk one inch closer to the copier every time Dwight gets up to go to the bathroom. He simply states, “And that is what I did all day.” So in a non-literal way, I moved Dwight’s desk and inch closer to the copier all day. How can days exist in a way where we just seem to do the same thing or one boring thing for 8 hours straight? Like there are times that I wish there was a power outage, the copier to start smoking or even the coffee pot falling and spilling everywhere to just add something to the day.

I was reminded as I reluctantly woke up that I feel like a college student stuck in a 9-5 nightmare. Not that the job is horrible, in fact it is a good job with great coworkers, but just the sitting from 9-5 everyday at a desk is hard for me to do. When I enjoy running, traveling, driving, talking, playing frisbee and laughing. Therefore sitting at a desk, typing, quietly listening to Pandora radio, and staring at a computer screen is a little challenging. The show “The Office” is right on its depiction of the silence and emptiness of an office. It reminds me of a small library. You want to talk but if you start talking or make noise you feel like you will be told to just be quite. Therefore you just turn Pandora down low and plug away at the reports and research that needs to be done. Where else other than an office and a tic tac toe board would you create big squares and decide to put things or in this case people inside. FOR 8 BLOODY HOURS!!!! Sorry I must still be in British mode following my last post about Chelsea and English football. I would like to go on record and state that I am now a true supporter in Michael Scott’s idea of a Fun Run to get out of my little box and run for something meaningful, even if it is for a disease that is already cured.

At my desk I have a sky light right above my head that gives the deceptive feel that the sun is shinning on me when it really isn’t. How sad is it for me to look up each morning hoping to see a blue sky and the sun shinning on me but come to the reality that it is only an off white shell extruding from the ceiling. It is just cruel. Thus my sun and my light is the fluorescent light bulbs that light up my office and the glow of the computer screen in front of my face. My conclusion is that if an office job is worked each day for your whole life pasty white skin, early blindness, and carpal tunnel will be inevitable.

As the day inevitably came to an end at 5 and I went home I couldn’t help but think how I like and am grateful for my job, but how bland it can be at times. When you go from interning in the Pentagon, going to class, and living with your friends to working in an office with only 5 other people and living at home, some days are nothing more than just a day on a calendar and April 9th 2009 was one of those days.