The Long Silence
The things I do for work keep on going. I show up, do those things, and they keep paying me. It continues like that. Repeat.
Overall I can’t say I’m happy. Although I can’t say I am miserable or depressed.
There is ennui. There is malaise.
Why are there these things?
Complicated to define. Boredeom. Learned helplessness. Learned stagnancy. There are a lot of things I read (and have read) that talk about why this happens to us monkey in our efforts to keep on keepin’ on. Three Signs Of Miserable Job has many interesting probabilities. The Slacker Manager 13 of the 30 Reasons Employees Hate Managers (including part 2) also had the csbmonkey’s brain lighting up in the some of the pattern recognition centers.
Csbmonkey took some time during these dog days of summer long lunches to jot down just what it is about monkey’s particular form of daily repetitive tasks are starting to make csbmonkey feel more like a cagedforscientificpurposesmonkey instead. The clue is actually right there with the word repetitive. Csbmonkey hears the same questions every day, yes. Like most of the csbmonkeys out there. It’s part of the job, of course.
Nevertheless, the csbmonkey needs more to his life than the four concrete walls. Civilization shouldn’t collapse and the apocalypse shouldn’t have if csbmonkey is allowed to be outside of the walls some. It’s too bad the zoo keepers believe it’s nothing but pestilence and anarchy beyond the concrete walls they built. Csbmonkey could do some cool stuff.