When I worked in a factory as a teenager I became acutely aware of just how painfully time dragged when you are thoroughly bored. I welcomed working overtime because of the extra money, but the dull agony of the two or three extra hours each day is something I can recall even at this distance of years. I vowed then to get a job that wouldn't involve that kind of mind-numbing boredom.
And I got what I wanted. I'm never bored at work. But the bitingly ironic reason is that I'm desperately trying to stay on top of things to ever get bored. Now I wish time would slow down to give me a chance to catch up. Talk about a case of being careful what you wish for, eh?