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2006-01-31 - 14:29 Hey, wow. I just killed five whole minutes having a root beer float and a cookie at the birthday party upstairs. Now I'm back to being bored out of my fucking mind. Woohoo. This job is boring as shit. If I don't do any actual work, no one notices. Nobody really wants me to do my job. If I do my job, I create work for other people. Nobody wants that. I sit alone on an empty floor and do practically nothing all fucking day and get paid to do it. I get one five-minute visit from my supervisor every day and that's it. I've already had the one for today, so I'm on my own. I could just sit here and stare at the wall for eight hours. And that's pretty much what I'm doing. Getting ready to move. Exciting stuff. On Friday I'm going to go get Perrin from school, go donate some blood (maybe--it's an American Red Cross blood drive and I like the phlebotomists at ARUP better), then get my keys from the property management company and take it from there. I pulled my truck up to the house where I'll be living, and immediately I got this terribly lonely, sinking feeling. I have a feeling I will never want to be at home by myself. I've never lived alone before.
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