Dunder Miflin, This is Pam~

When I'm feeling particularly bored I transport myself to a magical place...a place with entertaining coworkers, a place where practical jokes never die, a place where Michael Scott is my boss and an entire work day seems to pass in the span of only a half an hour!

Instead of looking across the vast space that is my desk and looking at Jim, I stare at the wall. What person put the only desks in this place facing away from the windows?!?! Yeah, I know--torture! It's not that I mind the tediousness of the job--the numbers, the phone calls, the faxes; quite the opposite in fact. I like the menial tasks, the ledgers, the columns, contact sheets and emails. It's a great change of pace from the kids and their boundless energy. What I love about this job is the tasks; rather the completion, no, the absolute annihilation of my to-do list. I'm crossing off things right and left and I LOVE IT!! There is no end when it comes to kids. There are always more diapers to change, more meals to plan, more laundry to fold.

I hate to say that I'd do this for the rest of my life, but the truth is I probably would. I don't mind not leaving my comfort zone--and hey, I have all these new skills without actually having to get a new job (what's not to love about this situation?!). I get paid to pretty much entertain my every whim...some days are spend soaking up the sun with the best kids on the planet, and some are spent interacting with as few real adults as possible. I'd be foolish to forget that as a child I was either playing house--in a variety of formats, ranging from Cabbage Patch Kids to Barbie dolls riding around in high heels--or I was playing office answering fake telephones and scribbling down appointments and lists for the Boss. My dreams weren't really about becoming a doctor or vet or anything those really ambitious kids wanted. (I mean, sure, I had dreams, my imaginary friend Kinno, her dad was a balloon salesman. I think that's pretty much reaching for the stars!)

I'm so far into this life of make-believe. I mean I'm playing dress up in these grown up clothes heading off to the office--for crying out loud I'm still playing Barbies (only this time I get paid to do it) I'm answering phones, scribbling down information for the boss...

I'm actually living the life I used to imagine.

Hey, have I found success??

Or am I just drunk with boredom and hopped up on caffeine??

Questions....answers left for another day cause hell yeah! it's 5 o'clock!! :)