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I wrote this at work today:
'I'm sitting in the office, or lodge is more like it, getting excited when the clock changed from 3:30 to 3:31. Any thing to lessen my time doing desk work. I mean really, how am I capable of finding a job notorious for physical work and yet get slapped behind a desk? The only nature I get to see is on my way to lunch or when I stare out the window wishing I was one of those squirrels being savagely attacked my its peers.
Yesterday Amy said the key was in pacing yourself, so I write one sentence then spaceoff for a minute or five. I dream about bagels with cream cheese, reading, the end of this six month term, why there are no pens at my desk and why is there a fire place in a wooden lodge in the middle of a Florida forrest.
I thought this was my chance to do something awesome... instead I've learned how to play 'Wipeout' on my desk, successfully chew off all my nails and whittle away 7 hours of work somehow. Maybe if I could listen to music or take my pants off I'd feel more focused. All I do is secretly write To Do lists when my supervisor is out and plan potty time when she's away because the bathroom is connected to her office.... And I'm not gonna lie, but the healthy food I've been eating at the lodge has me running to the bathroom. I am Dilbert, only without a tie. And a penis.'
'I'm sitting in the office, or lodge is more like it, getting excited when the clock changed from 3:30 to 3:31. Any thing to lessen my time doing desk work. I mean really, how am I capable of finding a job notorious for physical work and yet get slapped behind a desk? The only nature I get to see is on my way to lunch or when I stare out the window wishing I was one of those squirrels being savagely attacked my its peers.
Yesterday Amy said the key was in pacing yourself, so I write one sentence then spaceoff for a minute or five. I dream about bagels with cream cheese, reading, the end of this six month term, why there are no pens at my desk and why is there a fire place in a wooden lodge in the middle of a Florida forrest.
I thought this was my chance to do something awesome... instead I've learned how to play 'Wipeout' on my desk, successfully chew off all my nails and whittle away 7 hours of work somehow. Maybe if I could listen to music or take my pants off I'd feel more focused. All I do is secretly write To Do lists when my supervisor is out and plan potty time when she's away because the bathroom is connected to her office.... And I'm not gonna lie, but the healthy food I've been eating at the lodge has me running to the bathroom. I am Dilbert, only without a tie. And a penis.'