Boredom

Boredom at work makes for not an easy two week wait. And I still have ten days to go. I hope you will all be entertained as I slowly descend into madness due to anticipation, and that boredom I mentioned. Fridays at work are often quite lonely, as many people in my department, including on of my best friends who sits in my pod, do not work because they are at home with their lovely children.

Please let me join them.

This Friday is even worse because they are moving everyone all around. For the past nine months, I've been sitting on the first floor of our office, with the corporate interiors people, even though I work on university projects with the architects, all of whom sit upstairs. (Why they ever separated interiors from architecture is beyond me. The stupidest decision ever, but my company is known for constantly rethinking their organization). This week, they moved the two girls I can see from my computer, who sit in the next pod over, and one of my two pod mates, back upstairs. They intend to move my Fridays off friend too when a new spot opens up.

This means, the effectively left me in a black hole by taking away all the people I could actually talk to from my chair without raising my voice. Talk about inhumane treatment of prisoners employees.

You can bet, I complained about this. I will not be left behind with only 5 other people in my department, and a bunch of others, who despite sharing a kitchen with for 9 months, I have yet to learn their names, when 75 or so architects and interior designers...including the people I actually work with, sit upstairs! Nope. I won't have it. And they better not mess with me, because they have no idea how hormone crazy I am right now!

See, I told you. Be prepared for rambling posts about who the hell knows what.

At least, if I had a new project, the days would actually pass by at a reasonable rate. But no, I am doing random research projects, drawings/revising typical details that we use on many projects, and even cleaning out my email inbox.

This is just not going to cut it.

I think I need to leave. 7.2 hours is good enough for a Friday, right?

Only problem is, I have to pick Hubby up from work. We rode in together so we could go out to dinner tonight. In Boston, or Somerville, or somewhere other than the town we live in cause I am freaking stir crazy from work boredom and bed rest. And it's gorgeous outside! I have to get out there and enjoy it.

I am suddenly vaguely remembering a book I had as a kid. It was a big book, I think it was something the the muppets maybe? It was sort of like paging through one of their shows, a variety book with lots of little stories. And there was a page where someone was going insane, and the writing starting to circle around the page and spiral into the center. Does anyone remember this book?

The last thing I will leave you with is that Michele was very amused by my yoga pants. But totally, they are black, boot cut, and they look exactly like the Express ponte pants from the late 90s/early 2000s, which with a turtle neck sweater, were literally my work uniform back then. I swear, no one would know. Although, the fact that I never wear pants, just jeans or dresses, might tip them off to something.

Today, I am wearing my second largest jeans. I made it until about 1 hour after lunch until I had to undo the button. I probably should stop drinking ginger ale, but damn the queasy progesterone/anxiety stomach I have!

I wish I could make these words spiral around the edge of the page until the spiraled to the center.