Sorting incoming mail at a power company doesn't sound exciting, and...well...it really isn't. It's my new part time job, though, and honestly I'm kind of happy with it, in an odd sort of way. I get to sit down all day, the tasks are repetitive and routine, and I can lose myself and zone out for hours on end. It's a perfect job for a chick who gets tired and worn out easily doing physical stuff, and the job has other perks as well. We get to wear whatever we want, and we can bring in stuff to listen to. Considering the fact that a lot of my clothes, while decent, aren't exactly "business casual" (my collection of preppy miniskirts speaks for itself - my wardrobe needs greater expansion into the corporate realm) and that audio has always been my friend, it's the makings of a nice work arrangement.
I've been enjoying...
-1776 by David McCullogh
-The End of Faith by Sam Harris (and laughing to myself like a madwoman listening to it - it's so scathing and hilarious)
-A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous Fourteenth Century by Barbara Tuchman (not as much as the above two)
-various Deepak Chopra texts (you'd be surprised at just how much you go into alpha sorting envelopes...so it gives you lots of room to absorb healthy philosophies into your life)
I also get about five or six little Christian pamphlets a day.....people actually include these with their electric bills!! "DEATH! IT HAPPEN'S EVERY DAY!!!" (yes, "happen's" was actually in the possessive). I really wonder...do these people actually think their electric bills are being given individual attention? That it's not some assembly line operation, that it's somewhere where someone's gonna be like "I've always been afraid of what would happen if I didn't convert wholesale to some Protestant variation of Christianity...let me take some time to read this pamphlet..." It's especially funny to get one while I'm listening to the Sam Harris book.
