hi, i'm jess, and i'm an lj-aholic
Jun. 24th, 2004 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempHorrifying development: Am barred from the internet at work! I nearly went crazy this afternoon, after spending all day sorting papers and doing data entry in this a tiny white quiet room.
As you know because I posted from LJ on my first day of this three day assignment, I do have the ability to get on the internet at work. But I was informed at the end of my first day that due to virus concerns, they generally didn't let people use it. Maybe it is office policy, maybe they're just playing Torture the Temp – either way, I figured, I could deal. It's just two days, I thought. I can do this. I'll grumble and mutter and complain about fascist office managers, sure, but it won't be a big problem. I'll be bored, but I'll be okay.
Wrong! So wrong! Not okay! Was most definitely not okay! By 4PM this afternoon I was positively crazed, bored out of my skull, desperate to check my e-mail or LJ or, at the very least, interact with something other than the pile of invoices I was inputting. I had the internet at my fingertips, the only thing between me and it my fragile, almost nonexistent willpower! It grew to be a kind of mythic thing, a test of my character, which gives you an idea of how small and unremarkable my life is. I started envisioning it: the sad turn of the John Williams score playing over the scene where Jess the Fearless Temp breaks down and frantically starts leaving voicemails for people in a desperate attempt to interact with the world.
(Note: This actually happened, at about 4:15 today.)
Anyway, I did survive. And will, hopefully, survive again tomorrow.
And now! Now I have to go to bed so I can be conscious enough to drive the wretched commute! Stupid, stupid job. Why did I say yes? Probably to justify some stupid shoe or DVD purchase I made. Or am about to make. Am always on the verge of stupid DVD and shoe purchases.
I owe replies to comments! Will get to them tomorrow night. Right now, must snooze.
As you know because I posted from LJ on my first day of this three day assignment, I do have the ability to get on the internet at work. But I was informed at the end of my first day that due to virus concerns, they generally didn't let people use it. Maybe it is office policy, maybe they're just playing Torture the Temp – either way, I figured, I could deal. It's just two days, I thought. I can do this. I'll grumble and mutter and complain about fascist office managers, sure, but it won't be a big problem. I'll be bored, but I'll be okay.
Wrong! So wrong! Not okay! Was most definitely not okay! By 4PM this afternoon I was positively crazed, bored out of my skull, desperate to check my e-mail or LJ or, at the very least, interact with something other than the pile of invoices I was inputting. I had the internet at my fingertips, the only thing between me and it my fragile, almost nonexistent willpower! It grew to be a kind of mythic thing, a test of my character, which gives you an idea of how small and unremarkable my life is. I started envisioning it: the sad turn of the John Williams score playing over the scene where Jess the Fearless Temp breaks down and frantically starts leaving voicemails for people in a desperate attempt to interact with the world.
(Note: This actually happened, at about 4:15 today.)
Anyway, I did survive. And will, hopefully, survive again tomorrow.
And now! Now I have to go to bed so I can be conscious enough to drive the wretched commute! Stupid, stupid job. Why did I say yes? Probably to justify some stupid shoe or DVD purchase I made. Or am about to make. Am always on the verge of stupid DVD and shoe purchases.
I owe replies to comments! Will get to them tomorrow night. Right now, must snooze.
