Hmmmm....
In the past couple days I haven’t had much to say. It’s funny too, because I was reading my friend, Morgan’s blog and it was about explaining how you don’t have to go away on an exotic trip to have “something to write home about.” And, fundamentally I know that she’s right, but an exotic trip would sure make this all easier. Instead I’ll write here about how I went to target yesterday to get some clothes for work. I also ate a taco supeme. I read an article in yesterday’s news about Fay Wray’s death.(She called king kong, the little guy.) I fell asleep on the couch after getting fed up with terrible television. I think that mid-week I’m at my most boring point. I could probably talk your ear off about this proposal we are working on for Safe Injections in seven countries in Africa and the Caribbean and how I really want them to offer me the position of a “proposal officer” instead of an “administrative assistant.” But, instead I usually dedicate my blog to mundane things like: I found this organic market near my office and they make really good food. I think I’m going to start going to the gym with my boyfriend afterwork. The coffee machine is a little broken and there are always grinds in the coffee, I’m drinking it anyway. Goucher sent me a questionnaire about my post-graduate experience getting a job and I didn’t mail it back because I felt embarrassed. Lucille has painted glitter on her toes, she is 55 and apparently likes almonds.
Do we become so immersed in our work and office lives that by Wednesday we become dreadfully boring people?
To be honest, the only thing that breaks up my day, are two things: the occasional email and perhaps the more occasional snack from the vending machine. I wonder if the other ladies see me standing the “café” for several full, actualizing moments where I’m deciding what kind of person I want to be. Today I am a yogurt bar. Yesterday I was M&Ms. Sometimes I feel like when people see me leaving the café or see me when I’m in those crucial moments of deciding between A4 and B9, that I’m cheating. That when people see me that they are, in fact, “catching” me. This is bizarre. I think that office life could very easily change you into a secret eater. Secretaries keep snacks in their desk, there is one drawer I have full of napkins and crumbs. I think it has do with my office. That I have no privacy all day. My computer faces the rest of the room. ( that’s why I write to you internet on a word document and then post it after I’m done.) and I don’t really have any walls at all, so I am embarrassed if someone sees me doing something private, like brush my hair or eat a pretzel. I’m constantly on duty, in a way. But all together this new eating/escaping thing, I think could be a very dangerous thing. It’s a good thing I’m starting to go to the gym. Maybe I should start to take more pee breaks.
I have plenty of things to do and I don’t feel like doing any of them. I think I hate Wednesdays more than I hate Mondays.
But, I love you.
In the past couple days I haven’t had much to say. It’s funny too, because I was reading my friend, Morgan’s blog and it was about explaining how you don’t have to go away on an exotic trip to have “something to write home about.” And, fundamentally I know that she’s right, but an exotic trip would sure make this all easier. Instead I’ll write here about how I went to target yesterday to get some clothes for work. I also ate a taco supeme. I read an article in yesterday’s news about Fay Wray’s death.(She called king kong, the little guy.) I fell asleep on the couch after getting fed up with terrible television. I think that mid-week I’m at my most boring point. I could probably talk your ear off about this proposal we are working on for Safe Injections in seven countries in Africa and the Caribbean and how I really want them to offer me the position of a “proposal officer” instead of an “administrative assistant.” But, instead I usually dedicate my blog to mundane things like: I found this organic market near my office and they make really good food. I think I’m going to start going to the gym with my boyfriend afterwork. The coffee machine is a little broken and there are always grinds in the coffee, I’m drinking it anyway. Goucher sent me a questionnaire about my post-graduate experience getting a job and I didn’t mail it back because I felt embarrassed. Lucille has painted glitter on her toes, she is 55 and apparently likes almonds.
Do we become so immersed in our work and office lives that by Wednesday we become dreadfully boring people?
To be honest, the only thing that breaks up my day, are two things: the occasional email and perhaps the more occasional snack from the vending machine. I wonder if the other ladies see me standing the “café” for several full, actualizing moments where I’m deciding what kind of person I want to be. Today I am a yogurt bar. Yesterday I was M&Ms. Sometimes I feel like when people see me leaving the café or see me when I’m in those crucial moments of deciding between A4 and B9, that I’m cheating. That when people see me that they are, in fact, “catching” me. This is bizarre. I think that office life could very easily change you into a secret eater. Secretaries keep snacks in their desk, there is one drawer I have full of napkins and crumbs. I think it has do with my office. That I have no privacy all day. My computer faces the rest of the room. ( that’s why I write to you internet on a word document and then post it after I’m done.) and I don’t really have any walls at all, so I am embarrassed if someone sees me doing something private, like brush my hair or eat a pretzel. I’m constantly on duty, in a way. But all together this new eating/escaping thing, I think could be a very dangerous thing. It’s a good thing I’m starting to go to the gym. Maybe I should start to take more pee breaks.
I have plenty of things to do and I don’t feel like doing any of them. I think I hate Wednesdays more than I hate Mondays.
But, I love you.
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