When the Clock Stops Ticking
PLEASE DON’T TURN OFF THIS MACHINE – IT DASABLES THE PRINTER. SORRY (hand-written)
That’s the label pasted on the monitor I’m using. I’m working. Or at least I’m being paid to work. But there is quite literally nothing to do. My job doesn’t involve writing or reporting the news, and so, when there is no news to move online, I sit and read labels. Over and over again.
Wait, here’s a story. Have to put it up.
Sorry for leaving you like that. Whoa, this is turning into about as boring a post as my shift has been today. It’s unfortunate that a lack of deaths and disasters is the cause of my bored state. Actually, I've gone beyond boredom into a new, horrible state. I’ve checked my emails approximately eight times today. I read the New York Times and the National Post. The National Post! For god’s sake. God with a small ‘g.’
Something happen. Now. Please. I’m begging.
This is pathetic.