19 posts tagged “boredom”
By my period at work. It surprised me by arriving exactly on schedule. I went to the heretofore-never-accessed "For the Ladies" drawer in our staff bathroom, but found only a few moth eaten tampons. Well this lady does not prefer tampons, so I had to schlep over to the nearest pharmacy after losing a quarter in the (admittedly dubious looking) feminine hygiene dispenser in one of the public restrooms. Miraculously a quarter fell to the floor (was it from my purse or heaven?) while I stood in line to pay at the store. The garrulity of one salesperson spared me from the shame of having to conduct my transaction with a male cashier.
Was this a lucky day or no?
Up until then the big excitement of the week had been that Chicken Hawk returned from an apparent holiday with a new haircut and caused a commotion by suddenly leaving the bus stop yesterday morning just as the bus arrived. Had she forgotten something? Was the sky falling (no, wait that's Chicken Little)? Heads spun on the proverbial dime.
I guess the PMS explains something of my more-than-usually-dire bad mood and a tiny fraction of my bloat. But I'm still too fat.
No, I haven't been on vacation all this time. I've been back for some time now. Long enough for much of the good to be undone. I woke up this morning in the midst of a (boring, but weird) nightmare in which I was forced to live in a sort of dormitory style barrack with my co-workers.
When will I get back to New York?
By the time I get to writing about my last trip to New York it will be time to go again (this time for an even shorter stay, alas).
Been busy. But doing what? I can't think of anything worth the trouble of describing when I try to think about it.
I've spent the last few days attending a conference locally. Tomorrow I intend to duck it entirely. Feeling quite demoralized at work and discontented in general. Oh dear, this sounds very familiar.
On my way back to the office I stopped by these benches to try to wipe off some drops of coffee I had spilled on my jacket. Already in a pissy mood (more from having given in to the urge to buy yet another an expensive coffee than from the spillage), I was startled by some random scruffy dude who, as he was passing by, growled, "Gotta cigarette?" He glared back at me in response to what I'm guessing was my-less-than-sociable, "No!"
Another reason to cut back on coffee.
Too lazy and busy to blog in ages.
Several episodes of (relatively minor) snowfall have effectively brought this city to a standstill; we are now awaiting the arrival this evening of what may be the most significant storm system yet (or not).
The public transportation system (such as it is) has pretty much bailed out; operating only on "major arterials" and providing "limited service"(hard to tell the difference). I worked at home on Thursday and Friday, having pointlessly put in several extra hours worth of commuting time earlier in the week when the roads essentially were clear.
Missing NYC more and more.
I do need to make some progress on tidying up around the apartment in preparation for The Master's arrival next week, but my horoscope advises me to put off dreary chores for another day. "Get out and treat yourself to some fun this afternoon!" it exhorts.
Sounds like a good idea. Especially as it promises to be one of those increasingly rare good weather days. I'll head out as soon I finish balancing my checkbook -- an especial necessity since I have my main account at that bank that just failed. I feel betrayed and the company that bought them out sucks even more, so I want to remove my money pronto, but then inertia sinks in. There is a branch so convenient to where I live. I'd have to set up a new direct deposit authorization at work. Blah blah blah. Yes, I am the Queen of Rationalization.
And shit, I forgot the rent is due soon. I can't believe this month is almost over already.
I need to get out more.
The sheep picture above is a sample of the artwork that adorned my comfy hotel room. Despite having a distinct Republican vibe (can't explain it but I felt it the second I stepped out of the cab and saw the frosted blonde women in their Nordstrom finest and the men in their golf shorts waiting to commandeer the taxi; also when you turned on the television it went immediately to Fox News and there was no MSNBC available), it probably was the most satisfactory component of the stay. Oh, the conference was OK. I haven't spent so much time actually going to programs and meetings in years and they struck me as being of being pretty high quality (or maybe I was really, really bored). Anyhow, the hotel was pretty close to the baseball stadium. Although the Angels were not in town (probably a good thing). So it's been nice to be back.
And the match is still going on. No comment
I hope the weather report is true. I am headed thereabouts soon and I could do without another heat wave.
I hadn't intentionally linked to a non-working video in my previous post, but decided to leave it that way, since that, summed up my feelings even more accurately than the lyrics of the song.
Today is the first day of summer (or so I've heard). I was awoken by the sound of drilling on the sidewalk across the street at 7:30 AM (on a Saturday) and the unanticipated early wake-up call has left me out of sorts. I'm in one of those I've-got-a million-things-to-do-so-I- probably- won't-take-care- of any of them moods, but worry about it incessantly. I've been sitting here trying to clear out a cache of voice mails (why did I save any of these?) in an effort to get to a mystery from the airline. Finally got it...
Can it be possible that I still have to slog through another SIX hours today?
Weird to think that a week ago this time I was wandering around Delancey Street, with various mendicants telling me I looked pretty.
I'm certainly bored and hungry. I keep going to lunch earlier and earlier each day, but it's not even 10:00 AM. Also, it seems as if the more sleep I get, the MORE tired I become. I managed to get in just about the requisite 8 hours for three consecutive nights now, but I have no ability to concentrate. And the fucking program I have to use most frequently is acting oddly today.
This morning I could tell it was a different bus driver just from the way in which the bus pulled up to the curb. I guess he was unfamiliar with the route, but he was going way too slow most of the time. A car even honked at us on the bridge. It was all a little unsettling.
It's still fairly warm and sunny, but it's supposed to rain later.
My boyfriend checked into airfares out here for next weekend, but these were ridiculously expensive. Yes, you must book well in advance (especially for holiday weekends) or hope for some great last minute deal (but these are usually to places nobody would want to go anyway). I won't have enough frequent flier miles to lend or barter for another round trip, until AFTER my next trip, so I guess he won't be out here over the holiday weekend.
The film festival begins on Friday. I purchased a few tickets the other day. As usual, the films I selected were almost exclusively documentaries (which I find interest me more these days). Perusing the schedule, the few narrative films that sounded appealing will all be released pretty shortly, so why pay festival prices?
Yesterday I bought a couple of tofu banh mi at the old place (which, reassuringly, I guess, still has the same unfriendly customer service, although most of the supporting cast has changed). The prices have gone up (to $2!), a sign o' the times. The sandwiches were still tasty, but they made my bag smell like farts, while I searched for a comfy spot in which to eat one. I think the smell has faded.
