Every day, my job seems more and more like “Office Space.” At first, it was just superficial similarities, like my stapler having a place to put a nametag to prevent the overzealous office borrowing that led to the company being burnt down. Today was far more severe: I found myself actually reflecting on its worker philosophy. Like the movie’s star said, there’s just no motivation to work more than the bare minimum. If I find some innovative way to shuffle papers 10 times faster, my reward is nothing more than even longer spans of pointless surfing the internet. I’ll still be making the same raise, regardless of whether I’m worth a tenth or ten times as much to the company. In case you can’t tell, I’m not exactly motivated to excel at this job…
But I got home to make a sweet discovery. No, my landlord didn’t stop sniffing paint (actually, he might have cut down: asked for the rent today), but I did find a beautiful deck. By taking the chair from my room out the window onto my roof, I have a spartan but effective sundeck. I overlook our slightly rundown but sun-facing street, and the roof seems sturdy enough that I just may be able to chill there all summer without collapsing it. Perfect place to sit in the sun after my (not quite) strenuous days at work... who says my flat’s not luxurious? And to think: I had originally used this same roof as a garbage can, throwing the dustier things that had been in my room onto it. One’s man garbage can is another man’s (or the same man’s after a little shitty-house-inspired creativity) private patio.