Right now, at 10:42 am on this bright, cool and breezy Tuesday morning, I am trying to think of something to do that will make for an actual day's work. Lately "work" consists of me being housed in this beige 'n gray cubicle for upwards of seven hours with nothing to do and I'm sick of it. It's literally stressing me out in the form of the knot in my left shoulder which has resurfaced, throbbing. I am now forced to sit with goodposture.
So far I've hit up gmail, facebook, twitter, newsmap, The NYTimes, wxpn.org, Perez Hilton, my company's new website, my haiku blog and now this one. I've also surveyed my various bank accounts, balanced my li'l budget and browsed for shoes priced at amounts that I could not afford with all of my accounts combined.
I am preparing to start drafting cover letters, unless something at ESPN.com or the UK's Daily Mail Online distracts me ... or iTunes. I've thought about watching instant movies on Netflix, but that might be pushing it ... might. It'd really be awesome if my sister would hurry up and grant me access to her Rosetta Stone collection. This way I could practice speaking German and possibly get away with sounding really angry while merely counting to ten.
Even the busy times aren't as busy as they used to be at work. It seems as though I've somehow become even more efficient, which means that I am now ridiculously under-used and desperately in need of a new challenge which I am fairly certain will not occur here.
Right now I feel that trying to find a new job feels a lot like when Michael Corleone was trying to get out ...
That analogy would work so much better for me if I were actually close to getting out of here. I am not even getting called for interviews, which is now as baffling to me as Lady Gaga's attire. This week I'm not quite at wit's end, but that's probably only because it's nice weather outside and the hour I get to enjoy riding with my windows down as I arrive in this place works wonders. Of course, one red exclamationed e-mail or another voicemail from someone mistaking my helpfulness as me becoming the Help Desk could quickly sour my mood and have me in the library up the street applying for jobs in no time!
In short, I am bored. Back seat of a stationwagon on a too-long roadtrip with my family bored. Never-ending church service bored. So if you have sites I should check out, e-browsing you need me to do or facebook stalking you'd like me to handle, by all means, set me free.