John Bender's words are really hitting home right now. Work is so slow, I can barely contain myself. I've emailed all my friends, looked up a million different cribs, read books & magazines, what else is this place gonna pay me to do? My headphones don't work well, so music is out of the question. I wish I was tired, I'd take a nap. I really need to take a walk, but since I work in the ghetto Mario says absolutely not. I guess he doesn't want me getting assaulted by a homeless person.
Is there really anything worse than being somewhere for 8+ hours with nothing to, while you have a laundry list of stuff to take care of elsewhere? I could be painting my living room, since yes, it's still hideous paneling. I could be sipping a Slurpee next to the pool working on my tan. Better yet, I could be at Target.
I suppose that's all for now. I guess no one is coming to my housewarming party since I haven't received any RSVPs :( More food for me!