onemonth+oneday

i’m working from home today, and with any luck, for the rest of the week. the AC in our office has been broken since last thursday and it’s been reaching a sweltering high of 88 degrees. while outside, it was a brisk (ok, not really brisk), but significantly cooler 78 degrees on monday.

i’m always chatting at work. gchat. msn. aim. i’m also always laughing. either they’re totally cool with it or they’re waiting for the last straw. then again, i think everyone else does it. in fact, i was TOLD to sign onto aim so that my boss could talk to me instead of walking over…15 feet. however, it seems that he walks over to me more than i to him, perhaps bc i feel safer persisting with my inane inquiries behind a computer screen.

i’m going to start blogging. because 1) technology has allowed us to do so, 2) blogging is cool and apparently, my life is bombarded by “oh, that’s so cool…”, and 3) because i’m experiencing some sort of backlash from reading a friend’s blog and feeling the desire to somehow combat her “lies” with my “truths”

so here’s my side of the story: i set 3 alarms – 2 on the phone (7:15 and 7:30), 1 on the clock (7:00) – (there’s something sexual sounding there). then recently i’ve been realizing that i can drag myself out of bed at 7:45 and still manage to get ready, pack a lunch, get to the train, get on the train, and still be there…earlier than everyone else. thing is, i don’t like being early. i admit, there’s a quiet satisfaction because before, when i didn’t have internet, i could check my email without having to be stealth (even though i do it in the office anyway, i would just prefer not to have to live with that twinge of guilt). then people start trickling in and i wait patiently for other people to make the coffee because i don’t want again, the guilt, of screwing it up. then i drink the coffee, in what thomas believes is unclassy – trying my best not to stain my teeth and trying even harder to keep the unavoidable slurping noise down. then i eat at varying intervals, usually some variation of nuts, salad, bread, meat, and fruit. and maybe a mcflurry will sneak in there if i’m feeling extra…spendy.

then i drag on my work as i insert chats, trips to the balcony, chats, trips to the bathroom, chats, trips to the water coolers, and chats.

then 4:50 rolls around and no matter how the day felt, i find myself always counting down those very last minutes.

oh, happy one month new york.

~ by hydenckl6 on July 18, 2007.