After a mildly uneventful weekend - today started out good. I woke up more than 45 minutes before my alarm went off, and I was able to pretend it was Saturday for a while.
I made it to the bus stop in time to make the 7:28 bus. After parking the tp-mobile and wandering over to the bus stop I realized things were amiss. There were way too many people in line - and I took a second look at my watch only to realize I was much later than 7:28 and the bus had not yet arrived. After queuing up and watching the line grow it became clear the bus wasn't just late it wasn't coming. So, opting not to hop in my car to go to a different park n' ride I decided to wait for the 7:48... 7:50 no bus... 8:00 no bus. CHRIST -- it's not like I really wanted to go.
8:10 a bus arrives and the 40 of us pile on the driver announces that not only is he late - but he's not the normal driver and he needs assistance getting us into the city. I arrived at my desk at 8:50 - which for my office is late enough to raise eyebrows.
Today has been one of those days where I want to do one thing, but every time I start to focus the phone rings or the *&%^ing Instant Messenger pops up. I loathe IM and find it horribly rude and disruptive. I started out attempting to update a report (at 9 am) and have since had to 'quickly' pull together a 5 page overview of our internet policy (exciting), edit some other departments procedure, find business contacts for a department who has re-orged, determine if the addendum to a vendor contract is sufficient (do I LOOK like a lawyer... NO I DO NOT) and a finish the guest list for an event my group is hosting. All I want to do is bury my head in the report but I can't get 5 uninterrupted minutes.
My defense mechanism for when things get too harried is to fart around on the web. If I'm unable to focus - I'll search for interesting facts (who won the daytime Emmy for best talk show - Ellen Degeneris, the latest info on the Wendy's Chili-Finger incident: the finger owner traded his severed finger to a dude to repay a $50 debt, and check up on the crazy antics of Rob, Fuzzy, and Bucky in the Get Fuzzy comic strip. ) Oh, and I guess I should confess that I'm also updating my 'blog' instead of using my 10 minutes of down time to stay caught up.
I'm sad that May is coming to an end. Good tv is wrapping up and this summer will be a droll wash of 'reality tv' and re-runs. Thank goodness for on-demand and DVD's. I'm still a huge fan of Netflix.com even though I chose cable over them. Maybe I'll sign up for the summer.
Anyway -- I wanted to complain about desperate Housewives. I don't care that they killed someone in the finale - it was dull as sh*t. If I hadn't of donated blood Sunday afternoon I may have been able to get up and turn it off. I can't really decide if I like the show or not. With Lost - the answer is so clear. I haven't loved a show like Lost since X-Files. "Don't say I never did nuthin' fer ya Scully." But DH -- eh, whatever.
I do love a good cry and Extreme Home makeover brought it last night. They pulled out dead soldiers, ancient Native American's and jacuzzi tubs. It was glorious. I blubbered all night.
So - in spite of the fact that I arrived at work at almost 9am -- I'm leavin' early. I can't focus and my heart isn't in it. Maybe I'll go to a 4:00 "Meeting" and not come back...
it's a plan!
1 comment:
That was the finale? I naturally assumed it was merely a prelude to next week's two-hour EVENT.
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