Monday Blues

Monday 6/30/14

           So here I am at work, it’s the middle of the day and I've been sitting on this goddamn forsaken chair for a little over 6 hours now. Word is, I've got stuff to do. Soon as I got to my dead grey pisshole of a cubicle, I saw a stack of papers on my desk. I said to myself "Shit, now I've got something to do", it’s a two way street really. Having this tree residue on my desk left me asking if having something to do sucks or the fact that I do have something to do may just make this internship an actual internship, wherein I actually get to do shit and not just pretend (although that's what I mostly do) to work.

For privacy purposes of this rant, let's just call this particular boss of mine "Tam". You see Tam here works in the Administrative group where I am assigned to. I rarely talk to Tam mainly because she's not my main baws but rather just a boss. She also carries a living human being in her womb so that adds another reason I don't usually get orders from her. Anyways, I've been waiting for the instructions Tam had promised me 6 hours ago regarding what I exactly do to the stack of papers on my desk. Do I burn it, throw it, do I make it rain on these bitches or  what? I'm a very curious man just like George, so what I did  was to look inside the stack of papers. Have you ever heard of "Requisition Forms"? Well, neither do I. These were the stack of papers on my desk waiting, begging and willing to be touched like an 18 year old girl. Anyways, so these RFs had numbers on them, just plain old random numbers stamped on the upper right corner of each paper. I'm pretty sure you know what I did, well to break it down for you; I did what I do best and that is to pretend to be working. I got the RFs from the table, shuffled them and laid them all out on the table. "Now I look busy!" I said to myself, once I got that hard work done, I was about face something that temporarily changed my life. I never knew how fascinating it was to arrange numbers on an ascending scale.

My dead grey pisshole of a cubicle is situated near the right corner of the office but not in the corner itself because some one else works there and I'm afraid I don't even know the guy. Am I supposed to? Hell I don't even bother, I'm just an intern a.k.a. college kid who gets drunk and gets high off his ass for a living. The cubicle that I have isn’t that special, matter of fact it isn’t at all. It’s the most boring cubicle that has ever surfaced in the face of the Earth. All I have is a telephone, the computer and a chair. Clean as a fucking whistle.

Standing up would have me shifting my knob due to the fact I've been restlessly sitting down here for hours. I don't know how I do it but, sitting down doing nothing and still get paid isn’t bad.

Less than a meter away are other dead grey pisshole cubicles and they're scattered everywhere from left to right, behind and in front. On my left most side is Daniel's office, he's the Executive Director or whatever the fuck that means. I think he runs this company or at least this branch on this floor. The office runs the "Open Door Policy" and speaks for itself. Thanks to Daniel's office I've got a good view of the Manila Golf Country Club and other surrounding buildings that reminisce New York's Central Park. Now, Daniel here runs things alright. He runs things a lot that he barely comes in the office but if he does, he's only in for like 4 hours. Lucky little shit. I gave him a nickname "Runner". So Runner stands at least 6'1 and he's this white 40 year old guy with a deep voice that you would hear every second because people always come in his office like he's a goddamn priest or someshit. I never got the chance to talk to Runner even if his office is literally a step away from my cubicle and why would I? I'm just an intern, what am I to him?

My colleagues look like they're on the verge on kicking the bucket. My daily view in and out of the office consists of bulging beer and pot bellies, it sickens me that you can almost smell the aroma of fast food they consume on a daily basis. This is one of the many reasons that I will not anymore go into corporate as the lifestyle here is just way too FUBAR.

There are only 3 things that make me enjoy my time here, one is or are rather lunch breaks, two is when I go home and last but definitely not the least, Ellen the receptionist. Ellen was just a great piece, with her fair skin, wavy red hair and a perfect body and height just like a walking coke bottle. She really got me with that, I dig redheads. I always look forward going to work just to see her greet me at the door, and I do the same but I don’t look forward any much of the day anymore after that. Oh, I also enjoy long walks to the bathroom because it gives me a reason to stand up and do something aside from sitting down, so that makes 4 things I enjoy.

Roughly 30 minutes had passed since writing this and lo and behold, did I just see my boss? As a matter of fact, yes I did. Will I bother to ask her on what the fuck do I do with the RFs? As a matter of fact, no I will not. I pretty much made myself very occupied on writing and I've spent over an hour ranting making which this most productive I've been for this slow Monday.