Yesterdays experiment of seeing how much water I could drunk at work without feeling sick led me to drink eight cups of water, and draining the lizard six times. I think I will continue on this path of experimentation while at work, and I’ll post up any news of breaking my own records.

This morning I rode the train alone, my usual subway-riding buddy wasn’t on my train. Oh well. I got a seat at least, and it was right next to the lady we nicknamed David Beckham. She was awarded such the nickname last week when we noticed her sleeping, cane in hand, and hair up just like Mr. Beckham wears it. She’s no more than 40 years old, but looks like she could be at deaths door any day. Yet I still have the gawl to grant her a nickname, and laugh inside my head each time I see her.

I actually had “tasks” to do today when I got in. The first was to double-check my work from yesterday with fresh eyes, and it was perfect. The second thing was adding email addresses to a spreadsheet. The email addresses reflect how everyone who I work with that has a graduate degree cannot see things through a full process in one sitting. It is the about the 18th time they have decided that another column of information is necessary; but the best is when they ask for information in such a specific way, that after it is completed they realized they needed it some other way, which just made an hour of my life here inside a three walled cubicle feel like an even bigger waste.

My manager has germ-a-phobia. I first thought this my second week when I was suffering from a staph infection on my ears, neck and forehead. The boss asked what was wrong when I arrived from the doctor, when I told her the news she looked horrified (note that my ears oozing yuckiness didn’t phase her) to find out I had a staph infection and was on antibiotics. She screamed “don’t come near me or into my office all day!” I gladly stayed away, and have tried to just not be in the same room or side of the building as her since then. Anyways, this guy BB who I work with has a cold, and feels sick as a dog but can’t take a day off since his new portal site is launching today. Our boss warned him to stay as far away as possible, cause she knows he will get her sick; and this would not be good for the workaholic that she is. Imagine if she had to stay home one day and try not to work her usual 15 hours? What would she do with herself when the only thing she could use to get work done is her Black Berry. The horror!

I think avoiding my boss will be another little game I play inside my head. How little time can I be in her presence in one workday? She is usually in some meeting most of the day, and the time she is in her office is nauseating. I just get up and close her door, which she appreciates since she doesn’t want everyone in our section of the floor hearing her yell at everyone she speaks with on the phone. I appreciate it since it’s as if I’m shutting her out from my world. I wish I could do the same for the guy who has the office next to my boss. He is a loud stutterer. Mr. Stutterer has a Graduate Degree of course, and used to work as a lawyer, I kid you not. While he’s not nearly the most pretentious person on the floor, he is the only loud one whose door I really can’t just shut. I mean he is in his office stuttering loudly to other high ups.

Technically I don’t think I am even in a cube, since it’s three sides. Not only is it a three-sided cube, but it is also the pathway to yet another cubicle. One that I would not be surprised if it were to be determined a fire hazard when inspected by the FDNY.

Also, randomly, my office appears to be infested with gnats. I keep swatting them away and clapping them dead. I thought it was only near my cube, but I hear others complaining of the gnats in there cubes as well. Please note that the gnats are probably the best part of the ambience of the floor, the only other redeeming visual quality of the floor is the framed picture of some magazine advertisement of a dude model in some dudes cube. It’s not so much the model, as it is that this dude actually cut out a magazine ad, framed it, keeps in on display in his cube, and it’s the guy doesn’t even know the model.

I think I need more little games though. What else can I do to entertain myself at work without causing a scene? Remember I sit in a three-sided cubicle, which is a pathway to another cubicle that someone is sitting in; no one has a radio, or any kind of background noise. Just typing and annoying phone calls.

Any ideas?