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04.23.2001 Entry: "The NOC"

Well its Monday and I’m almost off work. Today was one of those days were you just don’t want to go to work. As I was driving to work I was thinking to myself, "why do I even work?" I know there is so much more to life than working for some corporate company. I don’t even think more than 6 people know who I am or even care to know who I am. I’m trapped in this large cold room called, “The NOC.” I stay here from the beginning of my shift to the end. The only time I leave is to fill up my water or use the restroom. The only sounds I hear are the fans of many powerful servers and the ringing of the phones. Sounds fun, don’t ya think?

I have worked many jobs from the time I had to grow up. Everything from mowing lawns to building mobile homes. But one job I had has been my favorite of all. That job was working at Target. I worked in the housewears department and enjoyed it very much. I was the type of guy that when someone asked where something was, I would walk him or her over to it. Even if it was on the other side of the store. I always had a big smile on my face and liked to make others smile. I guess the only thing that stopped me from being the perfect employee was I liked to goof off. Even at work.

I always got in trouble from my supervisor for flirting. "I really wasn’t flirting, honestly I was just trying to me nice", I would say to my supervisor. He probably heard that over 100 times. I never flirted with girls that I liked, don’t know why either. I wasn’t at all attracted to the girls. I think it was a goof off thing more than anything. I wish I could just quit this job and work at Target. But I cant, Target wont pay the bills that need to be paid. So I’m stuck working day after day in this lonely place called, "The NOC"