The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

Ya know what I really and truly enjoy? Dare you venture a guess? What I really and truly enjoy is going into work (I am speaking of my primary job) and having no clue as to what it is I'm supposed to be doing...

I have spent 10 years of my life slaving away for this company to have my job eliminated and now I have become what is referred to as a floater - I go to where I'm needed and do the work that I can to help the company out. It wouldn't be so bad except for the fact I have the lack of training in various areas to hurt myself royally...

Most times I will spend at least the first couple hours just trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing and not actually doing what I'm supposed to be doing...

It's a grand adventure where I run the possibility of actually hurting myself...

And then I end up tired of the grand adventure so I end up typing stuff and everyone who has worked with me for at least four years (there are six of us in total) wonder around and try to sneak a peak at what I'm typing, but I am far too clever in my quiet time to actually allow them to know that I am typing about them while they are trying to read what I'm typing...

And I can continue to type for long periods of time without actually saying anything meaningful in my writings for this is what I do and dammit, I do it well while I should be figuring out that which needs to be done at my primary job that has turned into a grand adventure into not getting myself seriously hurt doing things that I have not been fully trained to do, but I have to do anyhow because this is what they pay me to do...

And I can type in circles about stuff that I'm typing about and all of those who read this (even those who are trying to read this over my shoulder as they walk in and out of my area) will have no idea what point it is I'm trying to make with all these words that will be spray painted upon the walls of the long dark corridors of Cyberspace...

Then I have to stop my exercises in typing which can be a bit of an adventure for I cannot use the index finger of my right hand for it was severely injured in an industrial accident some years back whilst using a machine that I had not be fully trained upon, but my primary job had given me the privilege of using which is one of the grand adventures that had gone somewhat awry but provided a great learning experience in the procedures required for those in the emergency medical profession...

Have I torture you enough with all the ramblings that are getting me nowhere, but are good for my soul nonetheless?

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...