I am going a bit crazy, actually. The woman I work with... bless her, she's the most annoying fucking crazy person on the planet. I just wish she'd go away.

I will have to find something else soon; I'm wasting my life.

Work does not bore me in the least. It's not a job I particularly love, but it's not boring. It is annoying a lot of the time, and I work with annoying people. I find that getting into my own little zone and daydreaming helps. And of course, checking email, Metachat, and thinking of my life outside of work.

Being in class with my students was mostly awesome, most of the time, as long as I'd planned everything out right. Luckily most classes were only 80 minutes long, so it was easy enough to find sufficient stuff for us to work on.

Outside of class in the teachers' office, though...eh. I started coming in early on Mondays so I could do all my lesson planning for the week's classes ahead of time and in silence and then sit on the patio with the crossword and sudoku and often a bag of skewered pineapple chunks from a street vendor for the hour before class while everyone else ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, forming a line at the copy machine and looking generally perturbed. So most days, I rolled into class with no stress.

Meetings were blissfully rare and usually essential, so it's not the burden other people must deal with.

Does work bore you?

Is Benedict XVI a member of the Catholic Church?

Does a four-legged ursine defecate in the woods?

Executive Summary: Yes

A couple of months ago, a coworker said "I notice that you don't use headphones."

"No. I don't."

"How can you block out all of this negativity then?"

"Oh, well. That's easy. I'm a temp. There is no ring on this finger. I think back sometimes to other assignments back in the day, when I got soooo upset about this, that and the other thing and then, two months or two weeks later, the job was over and I never saw those people again. All the stress, all the aggravation was for nothing. I remind myself of that when I start taking this place too seriously."

Work does not bore me. Right now I'm actually enjoying the slow period (it'll be picking back up in August) and while I'm not making much money - I sure do love all the free time I have right now.

I've always been proactive and selective about what jobs I take, though. (My primary job is working for a comedian...I sometimes do odd jobs for other comedians as well.)

I sometimes do odd jobs for other comedians

MFPotD. Most Fortuitous Phrasing of the Day. Made me giggle.

Sometimes I'll get a case that bores me, and odds on it involves business banking. But I'm lucky that I have a job I find interesting, most of the time.

When I had my last appraisal it was mentioned that, after nearly 8 years in the job, I'm still enthusiastic and eager to get my new case allocations each week to see what new things are in there.

Our team manager can be a bit negative sometimes, and he also has the odd queeny fit, which we all ignore, but for the most part I find my work interesting and occasionally worthwhile.

I love mine - I'm a freelance translator. Something new every day, I can work when and where I want, and am getting better at fitting more work into a shorter time so I get to do other things (has been a real challenge for me), I can take on jobs that please me (and am at the stage now where I can pick and choose to a certain extent) and ultimately no-one is telling me what to do. I work alone but have just enough opportunity to join associations, travel, go to conferences and workshops.

Sometimes an individual job will bore me, but then the challenge is to do it as quickly as possible without compromising quality. And to keep my eyes on the main prize (bank account).

(and I get to practice using parentheses)

The word negativity has popped up here a few times, and that's really what I was on about. This woman is the most negative person I've ever met. Every thing that happens throughout a given day is an opportunity for her to be negative.

If she misplaces something, she yells "who stole my pen?!?" Well, no one, you stupid bitch. You put some papers on top of your fucking pen. She will often ask someone to help her look for said pen (no one does). When she finds said pen a minute later, there's never a "oh, sorry I accused everyone in earshot of being a pen thief."

One day, I spilt some tea, so I opened up some kitchen roll (paper towels) and cleaned it up. A few minutes go by, and Crazy Woman screams from the kitchen. "WHO OPENED THE NEW KITCHEN ROLL?!?"
I went in and said, "that'd be me".
"THERE WAS ALREADY ONE OPEN!" It was there on the windowsill, hiding behind the curtain.
"What's the problem? I'll just put this one back under the sink..."
"IT'LL GET *DUSTY*!"

That was when my job began to suck.

yuck. I think I'd hafta kick her ass a little bit (metaphorically, and more painfully, of course).

I quit.