It's 10am do you know where your wigwams are?

It's Saturday. I am at work. Again. I ate all of my leftover chinese food for breakfast. I feel ill. All I do at work is type in dates and times and bates numbers and peoples names. Over and over and over. It is mind-numbing. And stupid. And I find myself completely ungrateful that they have not automated this system yet and instead I am getting paid overtime to blog about how shitty my work schedule is. Actually, I feel a lot like this: http://www.someecards.com/upload/movies/heath_legers_potential.html