My typical work day begins around 7:15am. I wake up, realize I've overslept by 45 minutes, leap from my bed, throw on the first clothes my hands touch, run for the door, and drive altogether too fast to make it to my work on time. I have to be here at 8:00am. Since I'm living at home for the summer until classes start again in the fall, it's a one hour commute. You can see why I panic, I'm sure.
Once here, I collapse into the chair behind my desk to catch my breath.
And then I do nothing. I do nothing for quite some time until lunch at 11:30am when I meet the fabulous Courtney Spradling (boyfriend's sister). We have an hour. Then it's back to the office.
On my way back inside I pick up the mail and proceed to the third floor. I deliver the mail. Then I wait at my desk until Tammy/Susan (supervisors) bring me some lovely filing or copying to do. I do it. Then I return to doing nothing. On the rare day (like today) that I have work from Betty (another lady at the office), I alpabetize some things as well.
I have a truly wonderful job. I'm paid to sit at my desk, write poetry for enjoyment, write Kyle letters, facebook, myspace, and blog. Sometimes I bring a book. It's pretty great, really. At 4:30pm, I'm already in my car and pulling out of the parking lot. I never have to work weekends or holidays because the office is closed then. When I am late, which doesn't happen often, no one notices or cares. I don't have to make up the time.
My only complaint would be that it's a dull place...but I don't think that counts.
I'm alphabetizing now.
It's probably the last thing I'll have to do today.
I brought a book.