Overpaid.

Today one of my supervisors sent me and Miss Bitch an email with a bunch of attachments and asked us to print them out.  Naturally, Miss Bitch handed the assignment over to me, and I printed out documents while she ichatted with her boyfriend.

Well, good thing I know how to press "print."  I mean honestly, let's just take a moment and consider this for a second.  WHY did this company hire me?  Here I sit, at my desk, typing on my blog because I have all the time in the world to do so (pressing "print" took a total of maybe ten seconds of my life), and all I can wonder is why my company is paying me an above-average entry level salary (minus benefits, lets not get too extravagant here) to sit at a desk and literally do NOTHING for them.                      

I mean I'll be completely honest, I'm getting way overpaid here.  Fast Food drive-thru hander-outers do more work in ten minutes than I do in my entire 9-6 day, yet I'm making the bigger paycheck.  Why is that?  Not that I'm complaining - I certainly could use the money.  But for how MUCH they're paying me you'd think they'd USE me a little more often than to simply print a document or clean a coffee maker.  In fact, if he were really smart, my boss would get rid of me and hire an intern instead - it'd save him a decent chunk of change.

Note to self for when I'm a rich and famous producer: hire lots of interns.

TGIF comrades.