In defense of data-entry

or "The Reason I Haven't Gone on a Killing Rampage"

Data entry has its perks. First is the dress code, or complete lack thereof. Since I am tucked away in a cubicle, no one knows or cares what I am wearing. And while it is not the shorts & flip-flops of my Soft Edge days, I really haven't had to worry about clean "work clothes". Pair of cords, t-shirt, fleece or rainbow sweater, iPod. And everyone else pretty much does the same. Sure, some girls wear tighter sweaters or cashmere, but the general rule is cazh.

Also, since I am just doing the retarded mokey work, my schedule is not set-in-stone. I can pee whenever (I never knew how much I would miss this until I did the receptionist thing), eat lunch when I'm hungry, wander around. And since my job is not super-time sensitive, I have some flexibility as to when my hours are. They don't care if I take a day, as long as I tell them in advance.

The unusual perks: Free Pizza Fridays. Which go very well with News Radio at lunch. And the fact that most of the people there are friendly and about my age.

So I still LOATHE data entry, but on the sliding scale of suck, this could be so much worse.

PS. South Carolina sent me an agitated email. When it doesn't stress me out, I find it funny, since for once, they are the ones on pins & needles.

on Pandora: "Les Soleil Est Pres de Moi" - Air (the first song by Air I ever heard, and it blew me away.)