My Office Space Existence

From the movie, Office Space:

Bob Slydell: You see, what we're actually trying to do here is, we're trying to get a feel for how people spend their day at work... so, if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh heh - and, uh, after that I just sorta space out for about an hour.

Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?

Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk; but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch, too. I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
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As I sit here on this lovely February afternoon in my office sipping a Tall Boy, I have come to realize that more and more my life is slowly becoming very much like that of Peter Gibbons from the movie, Office Space filled with a lack of inspiration or motivation. As I have mentioned before, I am a trial attorney, which means that every week I basically pick a jury, open a case, try the case, close the sucker down, and wait for a verdict. If my case ends early in the week, I get a new one for the next week and start the whole process all over again. (Lather, rinse, repeat) Trials can be fun if that is what you want to do with your life, and yes there is a rush that comes with a getting a verdict but once again, that is only if this is what you want to do with your life.

For the last couple of weeks, however, I have not had a trial assigned to me since we have hit a lull in my office. As a result, I have started to find other ways to spend my time while at work such as reinvigorating this blog and surfing the web for porn. However, it has become readily apparent to me that slowly but surely whether I have a trial or not I am going to become Peter Gibbons because I just don't have the necessary desire, drive, or motivation to put any effort into this hapless job.

And I know its going this metamorphisis is going to happen because it already has started... I mean this week is a perfect example...

Monday-- Day after Super Bowl-- Called in sick.

Tuesday-- Contemplated calling in sick, but realized I had a basketball game with the office team that even so instead went to work around 10:30 when I am supposed to be there at 9. Minimal amount of work done. Considered doing more work but realized there is no point to doing any work.

Wednesday-- Arrived at work relatively early i.e. 9:30. Conducted a deposition and then took the rest of the day off to write.

Thursday-- Arrived at work a little before noon, went to lunch at 1, and failed to do a thing for the remainder of the day other than find out Anna Nicole died and then wrote about it.

Friday-- Got here around 9:40. Spent the remainder of the day surfing the web, sending links of articles to my friends, writing, and gchatting. I did do work for one hour because the big boss from Manhattan came to inspect us. After he left, I proceeded to crack a beer and write this thing.

Actually from that summary, I have a pretty easy/hooked up existence, but the problem is that I want to be challenged. I wanted to be motivated. I want to work hard. I don't want to become Peter Gibbons. This is not the life I aspired to have. I am tired of frittering it away.

I want to dance....