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Debilitatingly frustrating?

I really don't know why I bother to bring work home anymore, cos it never gets done. I just end up starting Monday morning feeling like I've completely arsed away my weekend (which I have). I'd like to think that I'm pretty productive at work, turning over as much if not more than my colleagues. Whatever. Nobody's gonna die if I don't get this shit done on time anyway. It's all just about keeping the rich folks rich and making the politicians look good. I have no right to live really.

I need to pee.

Yeah, so, this Being Bored Thing. What can I do about it? Travel seems to be the only way to get out of my routine, but then I'm greatly limited by the pittance that I earn and annual leave that's almost a crime to human rights. Fortunately I get to meet a lot of different people in my line of work, and drink lots of free booze, so that sorts out the socialising-in-an-inebriated-atmosphere aspect of life. Wacky retired parents, little brother I secretly love to spoil and a fat cat with attitude. Access to the gym, yoga, the internet, cable tv and a lot of good bookstores.

I want to go skydiving. Maybe I'll do just that. Sometime in December. Yeah. I can't wait for my next holiday: diving and mountain-climbing in Sabah. 75 days (approx.) and counting.

Ramble ramble ramble. Keeping pee in gives me a headache. I can't believe I have to write a report on a three hour meeting where the key - and only - takeaway is the confirmation that nothing needs to be done. What a noble use of taxpayer money. I could have pulled that out of my arse in 30 seconds.

Pish.