Working life

I've been at this job for about 6 months now. Besides the contribution to my bank account each month, I haven't many good words for the work I do. Most days, I feel under-utilised. It never seemed so difficult to feel inspired before... I guess worldly realities have truly welcomed me into their folds. Back in school, I was usually most productive in the short space of time just before the assignment deadline. It just speaks to the way I do work best; I thrive on pressure, I'm driven by challenges. This work hasn't offered any meaningful challenges or much adrenaline. In a nutshell, it's been pretty much a bore and my brains and skills (whatever's left of them after these months of degeneration) might be put to better use elsewhere. Yet, despite all this, I plan to stick it out for at least a couple of years. There's still a chance things could get better right? (Hurh - maybe joke's on me and I'll still be saying this 10 years down the road.) In a few years I might transfer within the organizational family, or if the prospect appears to be another few years of big fat uninspirational boredom, maybe I'll just chalk all this up as a bad bet and move on to something (hopefully) better. Something I can come home at the end of the day and be proud of the work I did, to feel that it wasn't just a waste of another day. In the meantime I shall continue trading in the dough for samples of the treasure trove of books to be read, entertainment to be had, languages to be learnt, places to be visited and sceneries to be held, even rent to be paid in this wonderful world that make it almost worth ploughing through the day job. Almost, even if not quite. And boardgame nights are still missing from my life. Friends reading this, kindly note.