Work Is Zen

Typing in yet another series of product descriptions into yet another Microsoft program, I zen out and lose all context of what I’m typing as usual. For all intents and purposes I am just a monkey with a typewriter. But every once in a while this trancelike state causes me to look at things in unusual ways and the most benign things strike me as being hysterically funny. For instance, I type in “50 elastic hair bands” and suddenly picture a stage full of competing 80’s hair metal bands dressed in lycra, crowded onto a stage and collapse into a fit of giggles. I suspect everyone here must think I’m a tad off my rocker. Not that there’s anything wrong with that…Oh well, back to the grind.

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