employablog

I’m learning how to be an office worker, and it’s hard. I’ve worked from 9 - 5 before, or at least some incarnation of a job that occupies the best hours of the day and seems to start a little too early to be fun. But up until now they are jobs of brute force, not blue collar — no collar, hell, sometimes no shirt. But, even on hangover days I never felt the crushing weight of all the world’s pent-up slumber like I do in my cubical (though my office terms them, pods.

This isn’t an attack on officeland, or my job. I like my job. But something about sitting for eight hours each day is not natural, it’s not right. I’ll take it any day over landscaping or waiting tables (my last two 9 - 5s) but it is not something that my body likes doing. But I slip into these trances. They aren’t sleep, let me be clear, they are trances.

I am awake, my eyes are open — I’m not slouched over like some dry-mouth geek. I’m even doing work during these trances, of (validated by outside sources) decent quality. I try to stay away from trances, but on a sleepy morning, the gray columns of copy and equations zonk my conscious out and I turn into editing robot, somnambulically marking pages and verifying changes.

But I’ll still be my conscious is a better editor than my subconscious.

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