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I enjoy being busy more than I enjoy being bored at work, but today was odd. I was busy all day doing pretty mindless but necessary tasks (I would hope all tasks at work are necessary, otherwise what is the point?). I was on a roll, powering through endless and repetitious work and I suddenly look at the clock my desktop. Four-twenty in the afternoon? Already!? Shit. Just moments ago I thought it was two. This sounds like it would be good (“Wow work just flew by”). But the physical toll is much worse. Days—not hours—seemed to pass.