Within an hour of my arrival at work, all my allotted tasks are complete. I had hoped that this department would challenge me and keep me occupied, but thus far my hopes are disappointed. I can only imagine that customers continue to send emails to my absent manager, and that upon his return we will face a backlog of unknown but doubtless immense proportions. In the meantime I can only go back to assisting those who were my colleagues, although that department is also far from busy.

It is times like this I begin to daydream. How nice would a better paying job be, to enable more travel and adventures! This job has so many negatives I wonder why I am still here. It is too far from home, my hours are exhaustingly long, and my pay is well below average for this job type.

Dissatisfaction is rife within my heart. I am corporatised, conformed, cloned, cornered. I wear nice clothes and uncomfortable shoes. I have removed most of my piercings, and have refrained from getting a tattoo. I want to go wild! I want to spike my hair instead of brushing it, and shop at Victorian Gothic instead of Target. I want to be me.