Tedious - 2004-01-13 - 7:51 p.m.

At work, my boss decided to make my job a little more interesting. There's a guy who picks shirts out of the stock boxes in the warehouse area. 50% of what I do relates to that guy, and 50% of what he does relates to me. So we have to co-operate and all of that stupid shit or else we're both confused.

We've pretty much always co-operated. But now my boss wants me to narrate out loud what I'm doing in the warehouse, to that guy, every single time I do ANYTHING. And I mean ANYTHING.

"Hey, I'm picking up a piece of wood here." "Okay." "I'm gonna take a few boxes." "Okay."

Whatever I say, his answer will usually be the same. This makes my job way less entertaining and way more tedious. Morale will suck until I can stop fucking narrating.

I even have to tell him when I'm going up a fucking ladder in the warehouse.

But on to other things. At work I put up a sign on the one wall that's part of my working area. It says,

Seb's Office

You don't have to knock, I already know you're here.

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