Desks...desks...desks...desks...desks

You know how you can repeat one word over and over again and it loses meaning.  I always find the word "desks" has an unusual enough sound to give such a result.  That is what my job is feeling like.  I keep doing the same thing over and over and it loses meaning and I'm left in an absurd moment, an existential bubble.  I get into auto-drive and I don't have to think to deal.  I just think to myself, "This is so absurd."  Then the fact that there is always a constant onslaught of people to play seems absurd.  Then the fact that people just repeat the same things over and over again becomes absurd.  I don't know how many times someone has called the cut card, the wild card.  How many times people have said that they have been at my table over an hour and still haven't seen a cocktail waitress and I know that they have only been their 10 minutes.  Do they really think I don't have a watch? 

It is like I'm in an absurd loop surrounded by bright lights.