Fiddled with the new phone all day couldn't get the dumbass voicemail to activate. There must be something wrong with me that I choose to patronize Cingular for another 2 years against my better judgment.
I wrote this here passage from work about 3 days ago, and I never really had time during my dismay to insert it in here, so here it is. Also, saw Prime last night. Good, very good, actually better than I thought it would be. Uma not really a fan. PG 13 love stories, not really a fan of those either, would have still preferred it if the movie was rated R, a lot more skin and swearing and realism to look forward to, but I think in a subdued way they still pulled it off. It made me appreciate quiet times; quiet moments, stillness, just sitting in my own space drinking Heineken and listening to soft jazz. The quiet time. As opposed to the Simple time which is the kind of stuff I write about. It was a wasted weekend. I had Prime to set it off. Hopefully a good day tomorrow. Broke or not. Good day ahead.
I got to work and it's not that much to be done. As usual. So my eyes are dragging. In this month's issue of Details, there have been so many good articles. Sometimes they do not have them that good, that is so many good articles at a time, but this time it's been great actually. I read them in my car in the morning while I wait for the clock to turn. This is getting boring. It's just a way for me to type so that I stop feeling sleepy as a dog, and perk up. I was telling my sister over the weekend that I do not understand whose bright idea it was for us to start our working lives so early in the day, why not later in the day. Whose bright idea was it, to start early and close late or something like that. I don't know. But it is messing with my eyes and my mind. Another hour of this and I feel the blood draining to my cold legs.
As the months progress in this place, like every other place I have worked in the last two years, the tasks get to be a little more and more mundane. The attorneys get to offload more and more mundane tasks on your desk and you get to stare and wonder how much legal battle is out there to be fought and won and how in the world you are not part of it. I remember that middle daughter from the 'hit show' Related and how her work career mirrors mine. She's quit every jobs she's ever had.
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