I started working again three and a half weeks ago after six and a half months of being happily self-unemployed. I truly only went back to the working world since I need to have money to live, pay rent, save for college classes in the fall, etc. It’s true that I don’t want to work. I’d much rather be doing whatever I felt like doing anytime of day, and I’m still waiting on my luck at a winning Mega Millions Jackpot. I found out why I haven’t yet won, and all the blame can be put on people praying to God that their sick loved one will get better and survive whatever it is they are going through. I’m not God, but I see where God is coming from with cherry picking of whose prayers are answered.

A book I that I received for my birthday lists my current job as being one 50 jobs worse than yours. I am a temp/consultant, whatever, and I took a long-term position that I was told was so full of excitement, good people, smart people, and lots of projects. So far I’ve been given title of “Assistant To”, with the day-to-day workings of a Go For. I have very little to do, people are pleasant, people are smart in that they have a Graduate degree from some notable University, and zero projects – only tasks.

So I’ve been here in a cubicle that has only three walls, listening for anyone that might walk by. Not many people do, and when my manager comes into the room, I can hear her walk right away. She has too many bracelets or keys in hand that make a distinct jingle sound that only she can make. I don’t get much to do work wise, and been left to try and find some type of fulfillment while I slowly rot my brain here doing nothing. If I have to be here I’d rather be busy than slow or nothing at all. Being busy doesn’t mean too much work for one to do in a single day, week, or year. Give me something that will actually stimulate my mind and I will be a semi happy employee; whether it be people watching, talking with interesting people, or actual work duties.

I’ve developed a little routine that I’ve been getting accustomed to here, I’ve been looking to splash it up a bit. I can only check CNN & gawker so much in one day, and lack of ten minute updates make the day drag on even more. My average daily water consumption while at work is reaching an all time high. This is very necessary to keep the legs moving around the office to the bathrooms, and water cooler, which alludes to me being busy. This morning after I got my second cup of water I thought I’d test my limit of how many cups of water I can drink in one day without feeling ill. It’s 12:22pm, and my count is at five, with three bathroom breaks. The slightest urge gets my fullest attention, with action.

My morning walks have gotten longer and longer. This morning I walked three avenues, then up three blocks, then stopped off and browsed inside the Container Store, which I have fallen in love with. I’m a sap for the quote unquote “girlie chick flicks” and am much more of a dork when I step foot inside a house ware type store. I sit at my desk apparently looking busy while I daydream what it would be like working in a Pottery Barn, Crate & Barrel, or Bed Bath Beyond. I even print out applications of employment to these places to help fulfill more of the fantasy of working at such a location.

I’m quite excited to find out I can access this site while at work. I am thinking the rest of my day is going to go by much quicker with reading blogs, and me trying to figure out how to get those Google ads up. If you’re reading this, and see ads up, be nice and just click it. You can X out of it right away, and it still works. Thanks.