I. Am. So. Bored.
I never thought I'd ever, ever say this, but this week has been blissfully calm, low-traffic, and *boring*. Today more than any other day so far, and that's saying something.
1:30 PM - client hits on other client in front of my window.
Client A: *mumbles something about jeans*
Client B: *rueful* Yeah, I had to cut them off.
Client A: They look good.
Client B: Thank you.
*knocks head into desk, wishing for death*
2:00 PM -
Jenn: Did you interview this client?
WI: no
Jenn: Did you interview this client?
WII: no
Jenn: Did you interview this client?
WIII: no
*bangs head on desk harder*
2:30 PM -
*jenn frantically does unnecessary zeroxing*
*more banging*
2:40 PM -
*stares at Avon catalogue*
2:55 -
*interested in Avon catalogue*
3:00 -
*banging head on desk again*
This can't end well.
Also? I covet Avon's tacky jewelry. Those spoon rings that look utterly fantastic in the magazine? Yeah. I can just imagine what they look like in real life.
Oh! Look! Crickets in the lobby!
*watches crickets*
Ditto times infinity. I'm getting up, wandering to the water cooler, going to the bathroom just to blow my nose instead of using the kleenex on my desk. Doing short bursts of actual work when I *have* any, and dear god, this is the day that never ends, isn't it?
*bangs her head in musical accompaniment*
I think it's moving backward.
{{{jenn}}}
At the very least, you're going to end up with one hell of a headache. ;)