My job exudes a sad kind of boredom. I call sick people and ask them what they want to do with their money once they die.
Most of the time they don’t know yet. On average, most of them expect to live to be 163. By that count, they’re all technically middle aged.
“But I’m middle aged!” They often say and I nod even though they can’t see me. I’ve gotten really good at being present while listening and that helps some with the boredom. That and the fact that we get two 15 minute breaks. I always use the first one to break a drinking glass on the kitchen floor.
That way fantasies of sweeping it up can carry me through to the second break…
Where I’ll dutifully do my sweeping then break another, smaller glass. This glass will carry me through to the end of the shift.
It’s not a perfect system. I spend a lot of time and money at the dollar store each week.
But idk, what would you have me do? I’m bored.
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