Redundant

You know what I always do at work, but hate. I will look at the clock and it is 2:18, so I round up and say, Yes, only one more hour. So then in ten minutes when it is still only 2:28, there will still be one more hour and I will have jipped myself. I am starting to despise work. Monotony is killing my soul. Wait, that was a tad dramatic; Monotony is making me hate my life. Better, I think.