Losing the world war

My world is being thrown back the way it was it questions my ability to work here, it makes me sad, crazy a little bit, the thing is they want to make sure I'm doing the work, which is alright I guess but when it comes down to it, I'm not doing the work. I'm doing something else. Isn't that what most people do? It bothers me their persistence on watching me, all it does is make me find a better way to cheat. I'll set up a mirror, a security system, or better yet, I'll take a screen capture of me working and put it was my background and use expose... hell I'll make a video of me working and play it while I space off and draw. They can't force me to do nothing, I just simply won't do it, they also can't watch me, they can't fight guerrilla warfare, but I can. I'm very obviously not meant for this job. I know it hasn't been very long but I'm just about ready to move on, I mourn my loss of joy at work. I liked it so much once, where did it go. I guess my initial feelings about this job were correct I just don't like it, I need to start hauling ass on getting something different to happen. I remember once about 3 years ago I used to have this incredible joy in life, that everybody else would catch, now I am missing this thing, it was removed at some point during my sleep, leaving me with a painful scar, and the memory of something great, and the sad certainty that as hard as a try to replace it, that particular thing is forever gone.