Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Doing what I do best

I left for work at 7:20 this morning. I was supposed to leave at 7:15.

The drive to work is an hour, though it doesn’t seem that long. Time passes quickly while I fret about all of the miles I’m putting on my Stella.

Work is fine. The last week has been so busy that I don’t have time to regret that I am not Paris Hilton and, instead, have to work a real job like a real person. Instead of bemoaning my unfortunate birth into the upper-middle class, I spend approximately three hours per day on the phone with Jeremy, the company’s tech wiz. As we’ve just moved into our new building, Jeremy has had a lot to set up, fix and rig into working order. And, when he calls to make remote repairs, he always asks to speak to me. And won’t let me off of the line.

I fear that I am unknowingly fulfilling some scandalous fantasy of his.

Oy.

I’ve been working late. I hate it, but it can’t be avoided.

On my drive home today, I saw Geraldo Rivera driving a late-model Cavalier. I cannot verify the accuracy of this sighting.

I went to my gym straight from work.

And then I came home to blog about the INEXCUSABLY short number of hours in the day.

Having 90 minutes at home before I need to go to bed isn’t cutting it.

I want to go to the gym. I want to eat dinner. I want to do laundry. I want to work on a knitting project. I want to watch Laguna Beach on MTV. I want to be embarrassed about watching Laguna Beach on MTV. I want to go swimming. I want to work on a book or the latest issue of Rolling Stone. I want to talk to Lucy and Aviva on the phone. I want to stop by Grandma’s house because I know it will make her happy. I want to go to Dairy Queen with Meg. I want to put my cell phone in its charger the minute I get home and have it finish charging by the time I go to bed. I want to paint my toenails. I want to bake cookies. I want an evening, not a few minutes.

I need to dump this work bullshit off of my schedule.

I need to marry rich.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

hehehe. I admit it, I watch Laguna Beach too. Just whenever I'm surfing through the channels, at least it is not completely planned. I don't even know why I watch it...sigh.

Stupid reality TV, it sucks you in! I'm just glad I'm not like these kids...well I wouldn't mind the loads of money.

Plantation said...

Agree with your last statement.

Stace said...

I feel your pain. I don't have an evening. It's straigh to bed for me.

ropedncr said...

hey. i'm sorry that your days are so filled with bullshit right now. i noticed that your paragraph full of i wants didn't contain the name colin even once. have i missed a post or something? and, so what's this tech guy like and what are you doing to feed his fantasies (aside from just being your adorable little self)?

k said...

Great minds think alike! I am ashamed to admit that I love Laguna Beach... I think that there needs to be a few more hours in the day just so I have time to relax, and oh yeah... being rich wouldn't be too bad either!

S A J Shirazi said...

Easy read. Liked it.

 
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