So I’m giving up, and writing a blog.
I don’t really know why, except it’s Friday afternoon and I’ve gotten just about all the work done that I’m going to, and I still have a half-hour or so to kill. I’m not angst-ridden or deviant or anything interesting like that, so my blog isn’t going to be entertaining.
I’m pretty new at this job. I was a factory monkey and now I am a technical writer. I’m writing technical documents for stuff, but I signed a nondisclosure agreement so I can’t actually say what sort of stuff. That might sound a little bit interesting, but it really isn’t.
I’m happy to have this job. It’s a good job, nice place, friendly people. It’s a very quiet office, because most of the people who work here actually don’t work in this office, they work in other offices. And in case you think I’m just typing a whole lot of boring stuff to get rid of the riff-raff, and as soon as they’re gone I’ll look theatrically from side to side and then start telling you, the patient reader who has stuck with me for literally paragraphs on end, a whole lot of nasty exciting stuff…
That’s really not what’s happening here.
See? This is the end of the entry, and nothing remotely interesting happened.