Boredom Kills

I am bored. Insanely so. So bored, that I have been watching episodes of Brooklyn 99 on my tablet at work. Work, you see, is the reason for my boredom. There is very little to do out here, and I spend my days perusing internet sites and leaving my shop to go get chai and chat with my friends working in other stores in the centre. We’re particularly quiet at the moment, because there are two staff members on and that means not enough work to share between the two of us.

I get nothing out of my job. I have worked in this company on and off for five years, and any interest I ever had in my work has long since dissipated. Customer service drains you after a while, and my retail career has gone on for far too long to be enjoyable or remotely interesting. Days are dragging at the moment, both because I have nothing to do and because I have gone back to being in the shop five days a week instead of two. Winter should be one of our busier times, as everyone comes in to repair their boots, but so far it’s been rather lacklustre.

Retail has been steadily decreasing with each passing year. More and more people – myself included – are choosing the convenience of shopping online, and so face to face customer interaction is falling by the wayside. For those of us who work in a retail field, this doesn’t bode well for the future of our jobs. My case is slightly different, as I am providing a service rather than just selling things, but nevertheless, it’s hardly a fast paced environment. Hence the boredom.

I don’t really know yet what I want to do. Sure, I have a couple of vague ideas and dream jobs, but none of them are necessarily attainable right now. At this stage, it’s not even about what I want to do, it’s just about getting a job that challenges me in some way. Or at the very least, has enough work to actually get me through a day without having to resort to watching television on my tablet to kill time. I mean, is it actually possible for someone to die of boredom? Because I think I might be on my death bed.

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