mydaysasawageslave.com

Someone said you could get a bunch of monkeys to write the entire works of Shakespeare if you gave them enough time and a typewriter.

My Boss, Number 1, once said he'd much rather assign seat numbers than put names to the new faces that kept popping up around the place. That way everything could stay the same for him and the person in my seat would always be Number 29. And so on.

I was thinking of sending a dog into work in my place and see if anyone noticed.

Would he still be referred to as wageslave 29. Merely an operative filling a seat. My seat.

On the plus side from my employer's point of view, he would probably spend less time online than me. Or on the phone. Or drinking coffee. Or whinging.

The turnover would probably be high though, down to the whole dog years versus human and all that. He'd have been here 10 plus years already in place of my year and three quarters.

Then again the turnover's pretty high as it is. We lost another receptionist this week. She lasted maybe 3 months. What's that in dog years? A year and three quarters or something. Sometimes this job feels like it's going by in dog years.

Not that it's much different most other places. My mate johnbob21 says we're all like like Father Ted's on our various Craggy Island's where there is always an equivalent Father Jack type has-been, a Dougal type young idiot and you.

Recent interviews have confirmed this to me and along with my growing addiction to YouTube, I have found my motivation seriously lacking of late.

Think I'll revert to plan B and gradually send in a well trained pet in my place.

Maybe after a while he could swop job chairs with some other well trained pet in a job just like mine on another island, just like mine.

Someday.