AnarchistBarbie

I'm surrounded by 'linen look' fabric walls held together by cheap fittings in a cavernous building with narrow windows - none of which is near me. The HVAC equipment on the roof sounds like aircraft taking off and landing directly over head - and this part of the building is always either too cold [between 5pm-6am] or too hot [6am-5pm]. Within minutes of being here my jaw is clenched, and my head aches from the shimmer of the 10 monitors I stare at [with appropriately furrowed brow] for 10 hours [at least] 4 days a week.

I am an excellent data analyst, and I think my job sucks. I also think that sucking is one thing that most jobs do. I even show up each day with a renewed sense of purpose, and the feeling that maybe, sometimes, some of this matters. [Of course, by the end of the first half of my shift I know better, and I start measuring time by the number of irritants between me and the end of my shift]

Oh, I'm not really complaining... I just thought I'd share.

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