sinecure

Julia stared out the window of the 42nd-story skyscraper. The view was beautiful of the harbor, but she was bored. Every day it was the same brain-dead excel spreadsheet, save maybe one or two presentations. Business was slow, so her job was slow. Granted it was always slow. She didn't exactly hate her job, in fact sometimes she actually happily excelled at it. Plus it paid well and let her live somewhat comfortably despite the city's pretentious nature. She enjoyed her lifestyle though. She just hated being so damn bored. Every time she found herself staring out the window she wondered how life would be if she were poor.