We sit in chairs. We look at computers. We're surrounded by Post-its, pens, and coffee mugs. We chat with friends online and dick around on Myspace and Facebook for hours on end. Google is our best friend.
Occasionally we do work. Ahem. "Work."
You know us; we work in an office. We put in 8 hours a day, 5 days a week like everyone else. The difference is we're not big important hot shot execs. We're "administrative assistants" and "assistants to the. . ." and "associates." We don't do the real work. That's because we don't have to. That's not why we were hired. That's their job. We answer phones and send faxes. If you want more from us, pay up. If not, then we'll continue to try and look busy when the boss walks by. You know the tricks: sit up straight, have an important business-like website/document ready, furrow your brow and shuffle papers, etc.
We're bored. Very, very bored. And since we can't drink on the job . . . legally . . . we're doing this. It's not much, but at least we get paid for it. And I'll drink to that.