Death of a Salesman

I've decided that my job is wholly intellectually barren. As an effect of this lack of brain food, my brain is in the first stages of death. The Stages of Brain Death are outlined below, for your reference:

• Stage 1 - Boredom: This stage can be flagged by a general, seemingly unending, bout of boredom. No stimulation from your usual sources provides any relief for this boredom. It seems as though the world is now made of dullness.

• Stage 2 - Anger / Frustration: The boredom has finally reached a stage where it angers you. In fact, everything angers you. Your anger is, in effect, non-discriminatory; it has no boundaries, it knows no limits.

• Stage 3 - Passion: In a last ditched attempt to find something to think about and feed your slowly dehydrating brain, you grab onto everything and make it your ally. The smallest issue gains more importance than anything you've ever known. You rally for a cause, you protest all issues, you express your undying passion for life's trivialities.

• Stage 4 - Brain Death: It's all over. You should have got out at stage 3 with any remnants of your brain you could grab. You are now a lemming, a sheep, an empty shell. The words change, learning and excitement are removed from your vocabulary and you wilt away.

I'm currently at stage 3. So it's now or never. Am I going to continue the endless tirade of personal abuse and suicide that being a salesman necessarily prescribes? No - please, god, no....