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The Temp- An Ode to Boredom

As you can see I’m very bored. There’s nothing here to do. A thousand and one thoughts race through my brain, but none of them remain.

I’d like to be rich. I’d like to be thin. I’d love to have power! Those thoughts just popped in. I sit down and draw. Nothing comes to mind. I sit down and write release the thoughts from inside. What to do with hours at hand? You stare at the walls till you just can’t stand it. Am I creative? No, that’s not me. I think about how life use to be. Then everything changes reality hits. I end up at work, and here I now sit. I’m bored. I’m bored. There’s nothing to do. No one to talk to: you know, I kind of feel like Dr. Seuss.

No wonder people grow crazy, increasingly insane. There’s way too much boredom with no release for your brain. So, before I join them, I will write down these words. Heed this warning don’t miss your turn. Life stinks, it’s short, and then you die. Make the most of it now. You may not get another try.

Can I get any worse than this? Yeah…..

Look at my watch- 11 o’clock. What a joke. Time passes slowly hanging from ropes.

I’m still here. I’m still bored. I guess it could be worse. I could be working hard. But in all actuality, trying to stay awake is hard work too. Especially when there’s nothing to do. The travel bags grow. It’s time for my flight. If I don’t watch it, I’ll soon say goodnight. What to do with time on your hands? Two hours to go? I don’t understand. Time moves so slow when you don’t want it to. Minutes take hours with nothing to do.

Two hours to go when we last spoke. I filed, I phoned, and still fifty minutes left. Have you ever noticed that when you are at home that time moves by quickly like in zoom mode? From 8 to 10, from 10 to 2, from 2 to 5 and then you’re through. But here at work the seconds tick. Minutes take hours it makes me sick. Pull out my hair. Poke out my eyes. Will 5 pm never arrive? “I want to go home!” It doesn’t work for me. I guess Dorothy had a few tricks I didn’t see.

Time moves by slowly when you don’t want it to. My brain has departed. My body would like to. I close this chant with forty-five minutes to go. Those minutes will take hours because time moves too slow.

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