Blogging at Work

Not something I'd normally do. But I'm bored. Sure, I have tons of stuff I could be doing, but I don't wanna do it. Normally I'd just suck it up and do it, but this is way more fun, which is sad because blogging isn't even all that much fun.

The worst part about this work day is that it isn't even close to being over. Coming in at a close second would be the fact that I can't even really get away with covertly working on my portfolio as I have absolutely no privacy. My efforts to type this blog are insanely risky as it is. I'd like to think that if I didn't have this job and for some reason could afford to not have a job, I'd spend my day hard at work perfecting my book so that I can get the job I want; or at least have as productive a day as my good friend who blows through about 3 books a week and isn't nearly as miserable; but alas, I know I'd probably sleep until noon and play video games all afternoon. At least for the first week or so. Then I might mix in some movies I bought and still haven't watched, a day or two of nothing but The Simpsons or The Shield and a random trip to a museum, if I actually managed to get out of the house before 2.

The point is my job consists of coming in and doing the exact same thing every day, which I'm pretty sure couldn't be any more boring and unstimulating. I don't even know if unstimulating is a word, and Lord knows I have enough time to look it up, but I'm not going to. I don't care. The situation isn't helped by the fact that I desperately need to shave my face as it itches worse than a wool hat on a bald head.

It's been about 15 minutes since I started writing this and it feels like an eternity. The Flash won't be able to catch up to me when I bounce outta here at 5.

As a complete aside, there is an ongoing dilemma at the office involving a crazy boss and his excessive ordering of yogurts that no one eats. Thank the Almighty Jebus (or Allah, Buddha, God, Vishnu, Sheeba or whatever deity you may pray to, cuz I don't have one) that I don't work for him. Probably woulda stabbed someone long ago.