04.17.2002 - Miss Out On The Nightlife

In order to get some reasonably healhy calories in my body, support the American Cancer Society and work towards my goal of being the cheapest bastard in Yolo County, I woke up early and trucked it on down to Jamba Juice for a free smoothie before work this morning. One would think that because I started my day off on the right foot, things would be a little sunnier, but one would be mostly wrong.

Mostly, anyway.

I feel like I've just been floating along lately, and I don't think it has all that much to do with recent events. I've been wearing my pessimist hat lately, which although still somewhat fashionable, doesn't fit me so well anymore. I grumble through work not really caring if people realize I don't partiularly care to be there anymore, mostly because when I see myself being fake friendly, mirroring the rest of the people here, I want to vomit. Although the resultant bathroom breaks do get me away from my desk, it's just not worth my time.

Really, though, the people aren't all that bad. They're nice enough when they decide they actually want to talk to me. It's more that I can't relate to the desire to be a faceless cog for a career. I just wish this job were as temporary as I had envisioned it three weeks ago. It's time to move on. It's time to get going.

Again, I went to my old place of business to work on a special project for a few hours. Since I had the forethought to bring music, my ability to remain at my desk for stretches of up to seven minutes at a time without getting up to fidget increased dramatically. I had a long conversation with an associate about how I came to appreciate Al Green. Actually, it may not have been that long in actuality, as ten work minutes feel like adequate time to circumnavigate the globe solely powered by the flapping of my arms.

I finished what I thought to be the entirety of my task, which would have allowed me to go to Ikea with Holly tomorrow, but after I excitedly phoned the regional manager, I found out there is much more work to do. I thought about trying to do an hour or two of extra work so I'd have less hours on Friday, but when I realized I have no set schedule and I can come in whenever I damned well please, I sat around and bitched with my old boss about practices within the company and life in general with much time spent deciding how he can get the money they promised him but never paid.

Finally, I went home, where I realized I was too exhausted to take off my pants. I actually found the energy to donate some money to the campus radio station, which is really like giving them a small amount of money in exchange for two CDs I'd probably buy anyway. Soon enough, it was time for a pretty terrible episode of Dawson's Creek with guest appearances by MTV "personalities" and a Josh Hartnett knockoff. I was so excited after the show was over, I went straight to bed so I might get more than six hours of sleep for the first time in months.

Asleep at 9:30. It's party time!

-- Jeffy