I hate over 1/2 my job

Be forewarned this is a rant with loads of self pity:

Literally I did the math. I wrote out a list of all my responsibilities at work. I then scaled each of them from 1 to 5. The 1's and 2's where just over half. The 3's where about 1/4, while the 4's and 5's where a little shy of that. I drew a little pie chart which I would have included in this post, but unfortunately I get ahead of myself and I have already shredded that.

I then thought seriously about diving into my mounting pile of crap-work load, but here I am writing this instead. Any sane person would just do it and suck it up, and I am hoping the sane will kick in soon. Meanwhile I will be doing more pie chart reflecting.

I should give you a little perspective on my brain right now, from what I can tell I am suffering from symptoms of the monthly visitor which bless the Lord have given me a clearer view of the crap in my life. You know along with this clarity may come cramps and headaches, but honestly I am kind of grateful that I have a reason to go a little haywire every once a month. Don't get me wrong I know I don't need a reason, its just peace of mind.

Ok so back to me and my job that is less like a fairytale and more like a terror film. Chinese water torture comes to mind, but this, this is not water torture. I have lack of social interaction torture combined with a dash of incredibly boring, meaningless task torture. Now I am sure someone would enjoy this type of torture, but I am not a sadist.

I have come to the agreement with myself (remember I am granted the monthly crazy excuse when conversing and consulting myself) to wait this out a few more weeks. I do have a bigger picture goal and this could, probably should, be the job to get me there (which interestingly enough is multiple locations). Meanwhile it's Friday and I am leaving early.