Thursday, August 28, 2008

Boredom, Lately Late, and Making a Labor Day Live Up To Its Name

Isn't it ironic how on the days you find yourself reaching out from under your pillow, where your head is buried from the sun, to repeatedly push the snooze button that your not late to work? However, on the days that you force yourself to refrain from pushing that blessed snooze button over and over again that you are late. Why does this happen to me? This morning I didn't wake up until 7 am. I have to be at work by 8:30 and it takes about a half hour drive to get to work. Wouldn't know, I was on time this morning. The day before I woke up, no I dragged myself from blissful slumber :), at 6:30 am and I was late to work. I need to work how to get this getting to work on time thing down to a science.
Did you ever go to your mother when you were young and say, "I'm bored"? Then you found yourself with more than enough chores to last a lifetime. This somehow doesn't fit into the workplace world. All week I've had to search for things to do at work. I tell people "I'm bored. Is there anything I can help you with?” I even asked my boss. No one has things for me to help with and let me tell you being bored at work makes the day trail along like a snail leaving behind slim on the hot ground. Not fun. My day has picked up some today and I'm hoping I have anything, but a slow Friday tomorrow.
I'm in the midst of torturing myself with a book. I never thought I'd mention the two words in the same sentence, but there it is. It goes against the grain for me to not finish books. I've done it maybe twice and I haven't allowed myself to live it down quite yet. The book I'm reading is Fitcher's Brides by Gregory Frost. The end cannot come soon enough. I'm sure I am the only one who has felt this way about the book, at least I think. It just goes on and on. To be quite honest I don't enjoy the main plot subject of a religious movement during the mid 1800s. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The book WILL be finished before the end of the week that is a must.
My parents have informed me that the 3-day weekend holds much in store for the family. Much being chores. I know for sure there is a large fence with my name on it, to be painted. The house will probably need cleaning, as well as my bathroom. I hate bathrooms, at least having to clean them. I am crossing my fingers that this weekend will hold a few hours of relaxing peace.

Quote of the Day

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all.
~Emily Dickinson

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