Filler Days

Today is a filler day: nothing particular to do, but do a lot to fill the time.

This would be a great day to be a line worker, where the tasks are the same and repetitious, day in, day out, except for the occasional crisis.

Not so for us in the cubicles: theoretically, we think and problem-solve and . . .

Well, now, maybe that's not so true.

Looking over to the left a few cubes down, ol' Ray there, he's doing the same check-through-the-files and double-check-against-the-papers-on-his-desk that he does every day. And Ellen on the other side of the wall, she's tap-tap-tapping away at her daily, hourly, minutely, input of purchase orders and what-we-got-todays (I'm sure there's a name for that - oh, yeah: Received).

So ... then ... maybe I'm wrong: we in the cubes are the same as the line workers. There are no filler days, only same-old same-old.

Or maybe I'm in the wrong set of cubes.