Fulfillment

Every time I find myself doing some tedious, menial task I start to feel the cynicism creep up my spine and into my internal dialogue.
Yeah! I went to school for an extra five years so I could be an expert filer! The thousands of dollars of student loan debt I've accrued is totally worth it now that I'm qualified to sort manila folders into reusable and to-be-recycled piles!
I know I should just be grateful to have a job at all at this point in the economic saga, especially one with benefits and paid vacation. But I can't help but think that my life has a higher purpose than the copier can provide, even though it is a very nice copier.
I'm searching for my dharma in the wide world of clerical duties, and for some reason, I can't find it. So at the end of every day I'm left with resounding questions: Where am I going with my career? Why can't I just be grateful for the opportunities I've been given? and whose science-project cheese is that in the break room fridge?

Love ~H