My life is boring and I actually like it

If there was ever something that I find tedious and underwhelming, it's writing. The last 6 months of my life has been the same routine.

Step 1: Create a thesis statement
Step 2: Create supporting statements
Step 3: Compile research
Step 4: Develop counterarguments
Step 5: Compile more research
Step 6: Make a draft
Step 7: Get it all ripped to shreds by my peers' AI responses
Step 8: Rewrite it
Step 9: Rewrite it again
Step 10: GO WITH THE ORIGINAL BECAUSE FUCK MY PEERS I DO WHAT I WANT
Step 11: Use PTO to stay home and sleep it off

English was the primary language I spoke until early 2022. Since then I've communicated primarily in Spanish. Normally I'd post in both, but I'm too tired and lazy to do it. For the purpose of obtaining my Bachelors Degree, I must use English. This is a contradiction from my work life, because there I throw on a heavy accent and absolutely refuse to speak English with my coworkers. This is something I do when they piss me off. (I'm not alone in this...all of my fellow latino coworkers do this.) So picture me typing away furiously in English, surrounded by notes handwritten in English, Prof blasting from my headphones, telling a Jeffrey que? que me dijiste? chispita de mierda no me hablas

I do a lot of my classwork in the breakroom at work. My coworkers are a special brand of dense. Regardless of how many notes are spread around me on the table, how furiously I'm typing away into my laptop, how often I'm double checking my sources on my iPad, how loud the music coming from my headphones is, they walk past the 30 open chairs, sit down right next to me and stare at me in their prozac fueled haze before saying something like

"what class is that?"

I'm unable to be mean to ((most of)) them because I view them as children. For some reason no matter what I say, no matter how cruel it is, they laugh like the kind of idiots who would think I don't mean any of it and continue asking stupid questions. It makes me feel bad because they legitimately don't understand what I'm saying so I've stopped mocking their questions. To put it into perspective: I work at one of the world's largest tech leaders and coincidentally (or not) it's staffed by some of the most [REDACTED.]

"I wasn't good at school."

I'm always at work. They're paying my tuition and I have a 110 mile daily commute, a possible promotion pending and no real life because I'm 40 years old. So here I am, arriving 45 minutes early because for some reason my best work happens while people ask me stupid questions. Coincidentally, I also do their jobs for them.

No sweat. Continue fucking off, Jeffrey, I got it.

"do you like school?"

Somehow I've managed to earn a 4.0 GPA and I'm holding steady. Earn is the key word. In the last 6 months I have only seen TWO of my peers write their own material. I'm vindictive and want to see them fail and take note of the class list to check the honor roll for their names at the end of each term. So far I've been alone at the top (just like at work.)

"I called the district attorney's office to ask them if anybody got hit by a bus because I wanted to go to bed early."

^^^^^Someone actually said this to me while I was obviously very busy.

It's boring. I'm so fucking bored all the time. All of it bores me and I love it. I love my boring life. This is so much better than playing chicken with psychotic FBI agents in the middle of the desert.