Earning my front row tickets to see God in concert

The only reason I come to work is that surely all this time spent in Hell on Earth will guarantee me a place in heaven.

I cannot understand people who wonder how they would spend the day if they didn't work. I'd find tons of things to do. I would visit museums, have coffee at some piazza, improve my photography, read a good book by the sea, explore the maltese countryside...

I'd definitely not bore myself. Actually, as the intelligent reader might have "guessed" by now, it is here, in this mundane place of photocopier sounds and pixel sights, that I get bored... to death... and beyond.

And nothing can change that - not even the "utopian" vision of "interesting work" - were I to take on an assignment of epic proportions, I still wouldn't rejoice, for this is not LIFE! This remains, whatever the magnitude of its importance, office work.

And an office comes nowhere near man's natural habitat.