The water looks warm from in here...

I compose this using WordPad at Optima in Arlington Heights, near the boarder of Buffalo Grove; a block from my old high school as they don't have a full version of Word on this computer. From where I'm sitting I'm able to turn to see a fountain and pond with a variety of fish in it (or so Dan, the gentleman who sits next to me has told me), robins, sparrows and geese. It's a great view It's really the only thing that keeps me sane. I'm generally bored, shooting through the input of individuals' information into the Novartis Physician Patient Network. There are moments where I wish I knew how to train an ape, to take over this job. I'm sure they have the cognitive skills to distinguish letters and numbers on a keyboard, and couldn't do much worse than I do when it comes to deciphering the incredible calligraphy that resides on these forms. Actually, I take that back, there are a few where the fax machine has smudged the ink or left streaks that run down the page, but those are few and far between.

There are moments where I recall some posts I had in a previous blog, probably two-years ago. Talking about a position as a "monkey's job" or something like that. So, I decided against laying forth some long diatribe about the pains of doing such ridiculously mundane and easy work. I will, however, mention that here there are a variety of characters lining the room. We're laid out in a half circular pattern. Against the cubical system we all look at a white wall with a cork board trim wrapped in a plain white/gray cloth running at eye-level. Kevin, the gentleman who reminds me the most of John Goodman, sits with a spread of gag gifts, sports schedules and a brown, plastic tiki cup closest to the window; making comments about the geese and his intent to teach them to box and train them to fight and the proposal of keeping tabs on which goose has one the most 'battles". "We need to keep track of these things." He might be right, but then again, it may just be a way to keep morale up. The morale that sits in my shoulders and needs to be pummeled out by my friend Ben's massage therapist hands.

As it stands right now, I'm not really supposed to be using the internet for anything save inputting personal information into the Novartis Physician Patient Network for one of the one-day conferences of some kind, but I'll attempt to post something periodically to break monotony and painful headaches.