That's why they call it work.

I haven't had any fun all week crunching the aforementioned numbers. Paused awhile this afternoon to chat with a co-worker who was pursuing the same inane dead-end as I. He was worked into a lather. I suddenly didn't feel so put upon. "You too huh," I drawled his way. He had that look. "Why in the hell are we the only ones still making little ones outa big ones?" he hissed, referring to several others who were blithely going about their business doing something else. He rattled off a status report they had posted with the boss and could not understand how they could be finished already. I couldn't either for that matter. Hmmm, something afoot here. I thought about it and realized that with all this effort, we were actually doing what we were supposed to be doing; turning out a correct data base for this job. I looked at him and said "Well, look on the bright side, the boss wants this done right and we're making it right. That's why we're being subjected to this. Dingdong doesn't have the time to give it back to the perpetrators and we're It." He looked at me like I just strolled up out of the ocean bone-dry. Then he thanked me. For the next 15 minutes I kept him in stitches until he called it a day and went home then I found a stopping point myself about 30 minutes later and logged out recalling that briefly a little while ago several of us were just chuckling amongst ourselves easing up getting a little oxygen making ourselves feel better it was a good note to end on for a Tuesday...

Work, bah! I'm still not having any fun yet.