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manic monday
Oct. 7th, 2002 05:42 pmI'm staying late so it's ok if I briefly update while fixing up this Answer, right? Right. Right!
A few notes from within the gray cubicle:
(1) Though I pride myself on having one of the quickest minimizing right index fingers east of the Mississippi, it does one no good to be the quickest minimizer east of the Mississippi if the window behind said window is another non-work related window. It can, in fact, bring on the Cascade of Revealed Unproductivity, where one, in an attempt to hide one's relatively respectable (if sneaky) reading of Salon.com, reveals the lurking Livejournal, AOL Webmail, Excite Email, and Television Without Pity windows lying beneath. Which makes me sound like I'm far less productive than I am! I work hard! I get stuff done! Look at me! I'm staying late! Ok, I'm Livejournalling right now, but I fully intend to finish up this Answer and possibly file. Ok, to at least type another few sentences on the Answer and look at the filing. And I won't bill my time if it's unproductive! I'm an honest lazyass!
(2) There is so much work to do here! It is awful! There is no way I can get it all done unless I tie Mr. Boss up in the conference room and keep him from giving me any more work for like two solid days. Then I could catch up. But at the rate we're going, I should be pinned under a hail of files and dictation tapes at some point in the near future. Anyone want to take bets? I'm thinking sometime in the early/mid-afternoon tomorrow.
(3) Isn't October the greatest month ever? New TV! The postseason! Cool weather necessitating pants or, if one chooses to wear a skirt, tights, ergo no need to shave one's legs! Unless, say, one has a social life where one's legs could interact with another warm body that is not feline in nature, then I suppose fall would not mean time to cast aside the Gillette. Since I do have the social life of a seventy-five year old bag lady, complete with cat companions and unkempt hair, fall does mean hairy-leggedness for me.
Ok, I wanna get outta here. Must go type type type.
A few notes from within the gray cubicle:
(1) Though I pride myself on having one of the quickest minimizing right index fingers east of the Mississippi, it does one no good to be the quickest minimizer east of the Mississippi if the window behind said window is another non-work related window. It can, in fact, bring on the Cascade of Revealed Unproductivity, where one, in an attempt to hide one's relatively respectable (if sneaky) reading of Salon.com, reveals the lurking Livejournal, AOL Webmail, Excite Email, and Television Without Pity windows lying beneath. Which makes me sound like I'm far less productive than I am! I work hard! I get stuff done! Look at me! I'm staying late! Ok, I'm Livejournalling right now, but I fully intend to finish up this Answer and possibly file. Ok, to at least type another few sentences on the Answer and look at the filing. And I won't bill my time if it's unproductive! I'm an honest lazyass!
(2) There is so much work to do here! It is awful! There is no way I can get it all done unless I tie Mr. Boss up in the conference room and keep him from giving me any more work for like two solid days. Then I could catch up. But at the rate we're going, I should be pinned under a hail of files and dictation tapes at some point in the near future. Anyone want to take bets? I'm thinking sometime in the early/mid-afternoon tomorrow.
(3) Isn't October the greatest month ever? New TV! The postseason! Cool weather necessitating pants or, if one chooses to wear a skirt, tights, ergo no need to shave one's legs! Unless, say, one has a social life where one's legs could interact with another warm body that is not feline in nature, then I suppose fall would not mean time to cast aside the Gillette. Since I do have the social life of a seventy-five year old bag lady, complete with cat companions and unkempt hair, fall does mean hairy-leggedness for me.
Ok, I wanna get outta here. Must go type type type.
