All Work, No Play, Dull Girl

Storms roll through and it causes havoc. Not just on the roads but at my workplace. Leaks start, power surges happen, and we start getting a whole lotta calls on the helpdeak. When you work at a place this big, especially when you work with computers, everyone here works with computers, it's bound to happen. Systems going down and coming back up, it ain't pretty.

Last night my supervisor came up to me. "I hope you won't be too mad at me." Interesting way for authority to approach you. He asked me to start doing a monthly report, one which no one in their right mind would want to do. It's tedious and annoying and I have a feeling that the person who receives it just sticks it in a folder somewhere. There's one block that has to be filled in that I'd be tempted to write random curse words in to see it ever got caught. My gut says probably not but my brain says "no" just in case.

So, I said yes. Of course. In my mind, I won't be here for much longer and it's something to help my days go by just that much quicker. Only problem is for me to get on track, I've got hundreds of spaces to fill in on this spreadsheet, yet, here I am. Writing to you. Can't all be work, right? Gotta have some play.