Slowest. Day. Ever.
At this point, I really should just give up and start reading my book. I have been here since 9am and I have nothing to do. Except mail out the timesheets and pick up the mail. All of which takes 7-10 minutes. Not even.
The reason that I feel so insecure about actually taking my book out of my bag and reading is that it totally shows everyone that I have absolutely nothing to do. I'm getting paid to read. But if I sit at the computer doing nothing...I don't know. Somewhere there's some twisted logic in my head that makes it seem like doing Yahoo! crossword puzzles looks more productive than reading a book.
Blogging is even better. It adds the keyboard sound effect that says, "I'm busy typing up some important report or e-mail!" In actuality, I'm accomplishing nothing.
I could do some filing right now, but I'll save it for next week. The "to be filed" box isn't quite full yet.
What's really driving me insane is that I have 20 bajillion things to do as soon as I get out of work so I can get on the road to Boston. I still have to pack, gas up the car, finish cleaning out said car (and praying Allergen-Reducing Febreze will do the trick), possibly wash the car, call Mom and give her the itinerary and relevant phone numbers, take a shower (maybe), buy road trip munchies...that's all the stuff I can think of right now.
And that all stuff I intend to get done between 2 and 3pm. I have to be in SoHo by 4pm to pick up Phil from work so we can start heading up to Boston. I am somehow convinced that I will make it from my humble home on the Bay to SoHo in just one hour despite Friday rush hour traffic. Yes, I am insane. If you haven't figured that out by now...you obviously haven't been reading this for very long.
I don't even remember the last time I heard the phone ring. It's been over an hour at least.
Maybe I should just play solitaire. Because that's really productive.
I wish I could take a nap. But that's probably not a good idea either.
Screw it: I'm pulling out the book.
Stay tuned for stories about my road trip to Beantown!!
The reason that I feel so insecure about actually taking my book out of my bag and reading is that it totally shows everyone that I have absolutely nothing to do. I'm getting paid to read. But if I sit at the computer doing nothing...I don't know. Somewhere there's some twisted logic in my head that makes it seem like doing Yahoo! crossword puzzles looks more productive than reading a book.
Blogging is even better. It adds the keyboard sound effect that says, "I'm busy typing up some important report or e-mail!" In actuality, I'm accomplishing nothing.
I could do some filing right now, but I'll save it for next week. The "to be filed" box isn't quite full yet.
What's really driving me insane is that I have 20 bajillion things to do as soon as I get out of work so I can get on the road to Boston. I still have to pack, gas up the car, finish cleaning out said car (and praying Allergen-Reducing Febreze will do the trick), possibly wash the car, call Mom and give her the itinerary and relevant phone numbers, take a shower (maybe), buy road trip munchies...that's all the stuff I can think of right now.
And that all stuff I intend to get done between 2 and 3pm. I have to be in SoHo by 4pm to pick up Phil from work so we can start heading up to Boston. I am somehow convinced that I will make it from my humble home on the Bay to SoHo in just one hour despite Friday rush hour traffic. Yes, I am insane. If you haven't figured that out by now...you obviously haven't been reading this for very long.
I don't even remember the last time I heard the phone ring. It's been over an hour at least.
Maybe I should just play solitaire. Because that's really productive.
I wish I could take a nap. But that's probably not a good idea either.
Screw it: I'm pulling out the book.
Stay tuned for stories about my road trip to Beantown!!
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