Damn, Do I Need Lotion

My hands hurt. Kind of. If I had to grab and pull one more file off the shelf today, I would scream. Or something. Today I had to deal with some shelves that probably had more files than they could actually hold, so they were pretty damn stubborn and I had to fight with them to get them down. Or have a large section of other files come down with the ones I was trying to get to.

So yeah, I filed all freakin' day. Not even any envelope-stuffing to break up the monotony. And tomorrow is all filing too, I think. It's possible that I'll finish some and move on to labelling folders for new stuff. But, I did go on an errand in the morning, and there was a different radio station playing today. Music I actually like.

Went to the Frontier again for lunch today, but this time I ran into a couple people I knew from Academy, so we sat together. Hadn't seen them since the last time I was home.

My life is more than just filing, right? I seem to have forgotten what everything else was...

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It's just a temporary job; it doesn't define me.

The problem: I see the job as a very minor thing, but what is very minor about eight hours out of the day? And then nothing left after that, really, other than taking a nap, writing a little, reading a little, playing some Snood, then going to bed, albeit later than I intend. The way the past two days have been basically nothing but work was not something I was prepared for. And then today I saw some friends at lunch and again realized how much I miss being around my friends. But when I come home, I'm too tired due to lack of sleep and a long day to actually do anything about it. And also it seems like my brain is functioning at low capacity due to the relative mindlessness of filing.

But I've impressed my employers. I can't do anything half-assed. As I realized today, I actually do work pretty hard. People - my relatives - would tell me that, but I kind of doubted it, especially when I was at school because I always thought I slacked off more than I should have. But now I realize that no, I do work pretty hard, as is evident by the kinds of things my boss says. But then, I do work for the state...

I think I could still be happy with this, knowing that I'm definitely not going to be doing this job forever, or even very long. Just the rest of the summer. But that does seem long right now, because all that time is time that I can't be at Reed. I'll be working until the week before I leave for school, and I'll have about five days of just hanging around, but I'm thinking of taking off an extra week to do more hanging out.

I don't want to work another eight-to-five job. Ever.

Apparently Not As Crazy As I Thought...

Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: Low
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Moderate
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: High

Though more obsessive-compulsive than I thought.

But then, I did used to finish standardized tests early and take the extra time to make sure all the bubbles were filled in perfectly, with no white spots in the bubble or marks outside the bubble. And arrange all the things on my desk so that they were perfectly aligned.