I’m going to apologise in advance for this post, because it’s a total waste of time. Mine and yours. I’m just so fucking bored. I’ve been pretty busy at work lately, and to suddenly be thrown into an incredibly slow week is completely unbearable. However because it’s such a slow week, anytime real work comes along I get resentful that it it’s impinging on my bored time. Don’t get my hopes up with real work if you’re not going to follow through and keep me occupied! Hayley knows how ridiculous I’m being since she got to endure my grumpiness in person on Monday night. I never thought I’d say this, but I really want to be busy and a tiny bit stressed when I’m at work. Work time should be work time, so that play time can be more fun! I don’t need any of this limbo crap my work life periodically throws at me. I was so bored last night I spent a good hour reading web comics because I’d run out of things to do and we were really quiet.
Butt-in from Real World: Yeah, so after I wrote that first paragraph, the universe seemed to want to punish me for tempting fate and rained down a bunch of shit on my head from about every quarter in my life. Well done universe I commend you, for I have well and truly learnt my lesson.
Since it would be desperate, morose, not to mention unnecessary to talk specifics of my day on this thing (well, more so than usual anyhow) I’ve decided I should finish the post with a list of things I have done to keep myself occupied when bored at work:
1) Joined Twitter/Maintained Blog – I am however grateful for twitter since I get to “msg” my sisters throughout the day, something we normally couldn’t do since we all live on different continents.
2) Pretended I was long jumper – there’s a really long concretey strip that one day when I had too much energy looked really enticing, so I did the whole run-up and then those three long stridey leaps before doing a pathetic little jump to end. I did this for about thirty minutes before I got tired of that activity, and the next day I could barely walk.
3) Wrote a staff manual. It was full of “useful” tips that could double as a handbook for a sociopath. I have yet to hand it out.
4) Practiced pouring 30ml shots of water by eye.
5) Flossed and brushed teeth. Dental hygiene is important y’all. I don’t know if I should be weirded out by the fact that everyone I work with has seen me flossing and brushing at least once.
6) Wall Push Ups
7) Gone into the staff bathroom (it’s pretty big) and have a dance. I do this pretty much every day. At some point, I lock myself in and do a berserk little dance. This also has spilled home. When people call and ask what I’m doing on Sunday mornings, I usually answer “nothing, just pottering around, cleaning”. But there’s a good chance that I’m really in the middle of a strange little dance in my underwear.
I was going to go to 10 but I’m tired, and I want to go to bed, so that’s it. Surly Jen is going to crawl herself into her nice warm bed, say goodnight to Gumby and pray for a better day tomorrow. Fin.
