Day One

First off: this was my fifth day of work, not my first. But it was however the initial day in my plan to work for a full year while only taking six days off; it was a plan that manifested a couple days back after completing my first week of work. But why six, you ask. Let's just say I happened to like the looks of 359. It seemed like a nice number, a prime I believe, and numerically speaking a good stand in for a worthy goal, and with it we had a remainder, six. Now to hit mark that mark, 359. It is challenge I can assure you on many fronts and one exceedingly large fact.

The position I've taken is in equal parts tedious and dull. I spend the great portion of my day looking at boxes, as if for hidden meaning, or else I walk around with a clipboard looking engaged and searching. I am neither. I am bored. My chief function is to three times a day check to make sure that the 28 machines and machinists have the exact number of printer cartridges assigned to them. The numbers range from two to five. And I have not yet had a machinist who had the wrong number of cartridges. I am seen I believe as a mild nuisance with a task that seems quite frankly silly. But as I've told more than one perplexed machinist, it's a paycheck. That at least they understood.

I'm going to have to have a powwow with myself because I just may have blown my 359 goal on my very first day. I say that because I only worked half a day today. I got so bored I couldn't take it any more. Perhaps it's merely a case of semantics. Does a half a day count as a day? I am going to consider it as such. But I'm also going to do my best to work full eight hour days from now on. I've got a hankering for time and a half pay, and that won't happen if I'm working half days. So full days it is. Now if there was only something to do for eight hours a day.