The Dead Zone
One of the few things I dislike about my job is that between the hours of 1AM and 3AM there is virtually nothing to do. I mean, by this time of night even the crazy people who have been yelling for the first 6 hours I was here have fallen asleep. What this translates to is as follows:
I go out for frequent smoke breaks (or what seems like it considering I'm owning alloted two 15-minute breaks and a 30-minute lunch) and get so bored that I start contemplating the many insignificant occurrences that always manage to come along in my rather dull and mostly normal life. Things like the people I used to date, or why I'm not doing more with my art, or why I haven't managed to call that one person in my spare time but always remember that I should call them at hours when I know they won't be awake. That, and I spend a lot of time surfing the net. Which in "mandyland" actually translates to checking my emails and reading livejournal.
Speaking of livejournal... I find it funny how many people are on my friends list that I don't really read anymore. As few people as I actually read I ought just search them individually and save myself the trouble of all the scrolling I end up doing. But see, that would take thought. I mean, it's a toss up who I read to be truthful (with the exception of a chosen few). And as far as purging my friends list goes, that would require an level of contemplation equal to the other method that I am far too lazy to go through with.
The irony here is that in the midst of all this I consider obtuse concepts like theology and astronomy. Anthropology, sociology, psychology, and so on.
I guess I'm just way too fuckin' weird.
Or maybe I need to find some way to hack the systems around here and load a chat client to entertain myself. Wait, that just circulates back to the issue regarding the fact that all the people I would talk to right now are asleep. Fuck.
I go out for frequent smoke breaks (or what seems like it considering I'm owning alloted two 15-minute breaks and a 30-minute lunch) and get so bored that I start contemplating the many insignificant occurrences that always manage to come along in my rather dull and mostly normal life. Things like the people I used to date, or why I'm not doing more with my art, or why I haven't managed to call that one person in my spare time but always remember that I should call them at hours when I know they won't be awake. That, and I spend a lot of time surfing the net. Which in "mandyland" actually translates to checking my emails and reading livejournal.
Speaking of livejournal... I find it funny how many people are on my friends list that I don't really read anymore. As few people as I actually read I ought just search them individually and save myself the trouble of all the scrolling I end up doing. But see, that would take thought. I mean, it's a toss up who I read to be truthful (with the exception of a chosen few). And as far as purging my friends list goes, that would require an level of contemplation equal to the other method that I am far too lazy to go through with.
The irony here is that in the midst of all this I consider obtuse concepts like theology and astronomy. Anthropology, sociology, psychology, and so on.
I guess I'm just way too fuckin' weird.
Or maybe I need to find some way to hack the systems around here and load a chat client to entertain myself. Wait, that just circulates back to the issue regarding the fact that all the people I would talk to right now are asleep. Fuck.