Work is a four letter word.

I've been working in the same job for a year now. Not that long when you look at the calendar but it feels like an eternity in retrospect. These last few months certainly haven't made it seem any more reasonable. Everything has slowed to a crawl from the moment I sit down at my desk till I boot it out the door.

Maybe it's the summer but everything seems like it's falling apart in the office this summer. There are constant rumours about the mental competence of my boss not the least of which is that he is probably going to have a nervous breakdown one of these days. Certainly a likely scenario. He's not really socially competent and despite being nice about what he wants done, fails to give much information about what he needs done. What's been happening the last few weeks is that I've been given insignificant jobs that need to be done right away, then nothing for days and days leaving myself to do my own work that might be lost completely due to the total lack of any efficient tracking of the files that are going around the office.

Despite all this he still needs me to do all this nonsense that no one else can do and in between making stale compliments of my skills he'll pick on something I'm doing because there is absolutely nothing else to do.

I'm just not cut out for this bullshit. Living for the weekend is as good a game plan as any.