I am an invisible man. I mean figuratively of course. It’s not like I have magical powers, although at times I wish I did. Then maybe I would actually get recognition. Instead I’m a pile of flesh and bones that stares at an LED lit crystal display. The same boring tedious chores day in and day out come across my screen. They make computers seem so sleek and powerful in the movies. IT people like myself in the thrillers can accomplish anything just dancing our fingers across a keyboard for a few seconds In those flicks everybody looks towards us to save the day and make the impossible happen. However, in real life they just come to someone like me because they don’t feel like waiting an extra minute for some meme of a cat and duck to load.
Nobody takes notice of the joker here in the closet with all the humming machines. Instead a relentless parade of pop up alerts from my supervisor, who by the way can’t even pronounce my name right, are the only companions I know. I would have a better shot of a fairy or leprechaun popping into my office then someone actually stopping by to say thank you or ask me about my day.
I know everybody says work is just something you do to pay the bills. Grin and bear it, right? I might be able to get behind that if my home life were a little more thrilling. But it’s not. It’s a musty apartment with old pizza boxes and Chinese take out containers. It’s where I play my online games. My only chance to pretend that I have something worthwhile going on in my life. My avatars get to have fun at least.
So as I said I’m an invisible man. I walk through life unnoticed. If I were actually invisible I doubt much would change. In fact, I’m certain nothing would.
Guess that’s enough about me for one morning. Mine as well leave my cell to get my second cup of coffee in the break room. Every time I go this new woman that started last month shows up. She always tries to ask me how to use the Keurig machine. Like she lived under a rock her whole life. How does anyone in this day and age not known how a Keurig machine works? Then she tries asking me about my coffee or some stupid IT question. Man, I wish she would just leave me alone. Eh, better go get it over with.
