Thoughts for the Chronic Somnambulist

I apologise to my fans that I haven’t posted in awhile. I have, however, experienced a rather large shift of lifestyles recently and only just surmounted the shock.

I have moved from a doctor’s surgery, one of the most efficient and, dare I say, Hitleresque establishments in the world to an office where I have, as of this moment, completed one fileful of work, checked my e-mail and written this blog and am being applauded for my stringent work ethic.

Please note that I am not complaining, I just cannot wrap my head around it. Twenty people at twenty different desks downing crisps, chatting on MSN and, at most, licking envelopes, all in a vain effort to look busy. None of us have seen our manager for days.  I haven’t decided yet if I landed the best job in the world or if I have condemned myself to a life of shameless boredom simply for the excellent pension. I feel like Marlow in Heart of Darkness.

Does anyone else have a job like mine? Am I wrong to want more excitement and challenge even though I love the ease of what I am doing? Is there a job in the world that combines the two? Queen, perhaps?

I suppose until I have answered these questions for myself my little Filbert (Filbert is the dog who lives on my desk) and I shall nobly plod on until full job satisfaction is reached and I once again (or for the first time) find purpose in my working life.

I have handed in my CV for the Queen position so when that becomes available I’ll be right in there. The pension may not be as good but I think being worth £40 million would do me lovely. If anyone knows of any other jobs of that caliber please do not hesitate to let me know.