Rant After Work

God I hate my job, but with the economy how it is and the relatively high salary im paid, there is little incentive to leave. Just to whine about what sucks in that stupid office. For the first three hours I sat at a desk and called law firms that had placed orders with us in the past. But, to my boss the past can be as far as the year 2000. My job calling is to get them back to doing business with us and stop them from getting from there agency. The most inefficient way to go about it is my job. If there last order was in 2000, its been twelve years man let it go. Why not just look for new prospects? So did i get any law firm on board? No, and my three hour failure just proves my point. Then for the next five hours, I go to the plant and actually produce the seals, certs, and legal paperwork for the people who put in orders for today. 200 orders. Not bad but I cant stand that stupid counting board because you watch it like a clock; you only go home when the orders slow down and then stop. Now im home and ranting but its okay because i just got my check. The only thing worth keeping this job for.