Can I Really Write?

I have spent many moments of the last week looking at this very page. I think that I could actually sit here and write something that anyone would like to read. As I stare at the blank screen I feel that I have have nothing a value to share. Tonight, I had to remind myself that this blog is not for you (sorry), but for me. Not that I write all that well nor do I seem to be very creative on this blog, I made it so as to give me an avenue to write.
I realize that I have used this blog mostly as a journal of sorts. My paper/pencil journal cries for me to put ink to the page.
Even now between answering questions for TaxHawk I cannot think of what I would like to put to "paper." However, let me give a whirl.

The day started like every other day for the past several years. Okay, maybe not several years, but it sure does seem like it. A day can be an eternity when you hate what you are doing. I have been trudging to this office the better part of the last 4 months.
My job description is brief and not hard, answer the phone, listen to the clients complaints, and then promise as little as possible. Be sure to smile, the client can hear the smile over the phone. This is where I pantomime gagging myself with my finger. The upper management stiffs don't give a rat's...a...behind if my "clients" hear my smile. "Show me the MONEY" is their mantra. Funny thing, I think the same thing every time I see my sorry excuse of a paycheck.
I will admit that I do have a bright spot in my day and it doesn't include breaks or lunch; which are usually as bright as my day gets.She lives about 5 cubicles down from mine.
Being shy I usually do my admiring from a far, as far away as possible. I have learned to gather information while avoiding contact with the person of interest.
For example, here is some information I have learned about the person of information living in "Cube 5".

Is this a pretty good start for just sitting and punching away at the computer?
As always and sincerely, Love you,

OLD Man