I Am Deema, Official Waster of Time!
I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored.
I shouldn't be. I'm pretty sure those papers on my desk are not going to file themselves. And the numbers I'm avoiding aren't going to add up on their own. Oh no, left up to their own devises, they will only twist and jumble more than they already have over the last three or four years; of that, I'm fairly certain. And I'm also pretty sure my business would be grateful if I got the requested information out to the Census Bureau in the allowed time frame. I mean, they seem kind of funny about that whole "timeliness" issue.
Whatever.
But I'm just not interested in doing any of it. Not that I'm really interested in doing anything else in particular. I just don't want to do THAT. And I can't seem to find an excusable activity that distracts me and wastes my time all at once.
I even managed to waste away my lunch by driving across town to do an errand that could have waited until I got off work and drove home (which is on the same side of town as the errand). But why wait? Why not waste my time (not to mention my gas) on the road for nothing important at all?
And so I drove.
Blah. I still have two more hours to look busy and try to suppress the guilt at being paid for doing nothing while ignoring what I SHOULD be doing.
Fun.
I shouldn't be. I'm pretty sure those papers on my desk are not going to file themselves. And the numbers I'm avoiding aren't going to add up on their own. Oh no, left up to their own devises, they will only twist and jumble more than they already have over the last three or four years; of that, I'm fairly certain. And I'm also pretty sure my business would be grateful if I got the requested information out to the Census Bureau in the allowed time frame. I mean, they seem kind of funny about that whole "timeliness" issue.
Whatever.
But I'm just not interested in doing any of it. Not that I'm really interested in doing anything else in particular. I just don't want to do THAT. And I can't seem to find an excusable activity that distracts me and wastes my time all at once.
I even managed to waste away my lunch by driving across town to do an errand that could have waited until I got off work and drove home (which is on the same side of town as the errand). But why wait? Why not waste my time (not to mention my gas) on the road for nothing important at all?
And so I drove.
Blah. I still have two more hours to look busy and try to suppress the guilt at being paid for doing nothing while ignoring what I SHOULD be doing.
Fun.