My Mind is Elsewhere

I wondered why exactly, and decided this: my brain is absolutely nowhere near my work. Being interested in what I’m doing with my time is such a rarity.  I’ve little doubt this is somewhere near the core of why I find life in general so dreary.  My job here being an example of exactly that: 90% of the time here I’m bored out of my skull, so much so that even if someone is talking to me, I’m probably only half-listening, and my mind is elsewhere.

 

“Do you suppose Rogain would work on the backs of one’s hands?”

 

“Castration would lead to ‘sit-down peeing’.  I couldn’t live with myself as a sit-down pee-er.”

 

I’m hard-pressed to think of a time when this isn’t the case, too.