Notes From The Edge

Well, today is a decidedly boring day at work, and while I will not go into great detail about the nature of my work, let's just say I work in an academic setting. On a campus. And if you can't get close to what I do from there, you are an idiot.

This week is break week. Hooray. And if you cannot detect the sarcasm, you are still an idiot. Why this place needs to keep us all here when no students are around is beyond me. Oh wait! I remember why now, to torture us. To make us sit behind our desks/in a cubicle/in an empty gym, etc., with the terrible echoing Q-U-I-E-T for 7.5 hours! To make the only thing we hear being the tapping of our keyboards as we type blogs or surf the net or go shopping online. How productive is that? The phone rarely even rings!

There are some people, I will not name names, who prefer weeks like this. I do not. I would rather be at home, snuggled up on the couch with my wife under a heating blanket, watching movies. Heck, I would rather be listening to my 13 yr old stepson bore me to tears talking about his maj this, and his prayer level that on Runescape, then be here on weeks like this. (I like to tell him that I have 1 million power in headlight fluid changing, just to shut him up).

Not enough for you? Ok, I would rather be scratching my eyes out with a rusty paperclip dipped in alcohol, than sitting here on break week. Fridays of break week are the worst! I think they take that one day and stretch it out to be, oh about 10,000 hours, and have it be the quietest day of all, until we are all looking at the clock every 10 seconds and muttering, "Is it 4:30 yet," in increasingly creepy voices. And here it is, just Tuesday, and I am already going insane! Maybe I'll take Friday off.

The only thing to break up my week is that I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Yippee!! (yeah right!) I have to get an old filling drilled out and a new one put in. Who knew fillings could wear out over time? I certainly didn't when I bit down on my dinner one night and was nearly knocked over by the pain. Luckily, if the tooth is not cracked, this should fix the problem. See? I told you this was going to be exciting. This is my idea of an adventure! Going to the dentist, and doing it during working hours! Woohoo! I am such a rebel.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my job. I know I am very lucky to have it, and that many people in the world do not have one (and my personal opinion is that if you don't have one, you should not be reading blogs on the computer - go out and try to get one! Unless you are disabled, then you can stay). Many people do not get the great benefits, paid vacations, holidays off, and M-F schedule. I thank goodness for my job (and my life) just about everyday. Which is why I won't be giving out specific info about the place, or be blogging about the people. I can't afford to lose this job, and wouldn't want to. I just wanted to get that gay. (I don't use the word straight much. I even say "you go gayly forward through the stoplight," while giving directions. Well, not to strangers). Anywho, I have gone on long enough.

Someone please send me good vibes to make it through this week unscathed! (of course, seeing as no one reads this, I will send myself good vibes).

-Lez