*props chin up on fist and waits it out*
I'm pretty much sitting at my desk, trying to NOT look at the clock every four seconds because a watched clock...never makes it the end of the day. Or something.
I am doing work that does not need to be done, no one but me will ever open the spreadsheet again, and no one will ever know nor care IF I do the work. I'm mostly doing it on the off-chance that someday, someone might ask for it and I don't want to deal with the potential consequences. And also, there are all these PEOPLE here so I keep needing to do SOMETHING besides hunch over my completely empty desk and indiscreetly, obviously surf LJ on a Friday afternoon. Even though my monitor faces away from the places people are, it looks better and stuff if I have a sheaf of paper and a ruler and I look back and forth from that to my screen and type things sometimes. *pokes disinterestedly at spreadsheet with ruler, my Serious Face firmly on*
Cuz otherwise someone might give me actual work. And that's...not what I'm goin' for here.
All I wanna do is GO HOME TO MY HOUSE and play Sims and have it be the WEEKEND. *sigh* Because I'm still filled with consistently high levels of glee about that :D.
I...have? thinky thoughts about the SPN finale...or I will. But they're still currently buried under incoherent squee. I'll let ya know.
In other news, Stevie Nicks has a new "Best Of" album out and she re-did Edge of Seventeen and it's live with the Melbourne Symphony and nine minutes long and, like, I cannot stop listening to this song because it's AMAZING and I want to have her babies. Her VOICE. JESUS. STEVIE. How does her voice just keep getting BETTER?
I am doing work that does not need to be done, no one but me will ever open the spreadsheet again, and no one will ever know nor care IF I do the work. I'm mostly doing it on the off-chance that someday, someone might ask for it and I don't want to deal with the potential consequences. And also, there are all these PEOPLE here so I keep needing to do SOMETHING besides hunch over my completely empty desk and indiscreetly, obviously surf LJ on a Friday afternoon. Even though my monitor faces away from the places people are, it looks better and stuff if I have a sheaf of paper and a ruler and I look back and forth from that to my screen and type things sometimes. *pokes disinterestedly at spreadsheet with ruler, my Serious Face firmly on*
Cuz otherwise someone might give me actual work. And that's...not what I'm goin' for here.
All I wanna do is GO HOME TO MY HOUSE and play Sims and have it be the WEEKEND. *sigh* Because I'm still filled with consistently high levels of glee about that :D.
I...have? thinky thoughts about the SPN finale...or I will. But they're still currently buried under incoherent squee. I'll let ya know.
In other news, Stevie Nicks has a new "Best Of" album out and she re-did Edge of Seventeen and it's live with the Melbourne Symphony and nine minutes long and, like, I cannot stop listening to this song because it's AMAZING and I want to have her babies. Her VOICE. JESUS. STEVIE. How does her voice just keep getting BETTER?