There’s a theme, here.
(The theme is boredom)
The work I do is boring. The people I work with are boring. The company I work for, while globally famous for being exciting on the outside, is, in it’s heart, boring.
I’m wasting their time, and they’re wasting mine. But hey, at least I just got my contract extended for another year… I’ve become a slave to a paycheck, and I hate myself for it.