Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I just puked! On my desk! At work!

I'm at work. Sitting here. Telling myself that there's nothing to do.

Now, by "nothing to do," I do not mean that I don't have work to do. To my right, there is daily and monthly finance crap that I must suffer through. And here at my left elbow is communications that I need to prepare and distribute, some information that I need to plug into my computer, and a few flyers that I need to hang on the bulletin board.

Yes. I can't even convince myself to get out of my chair to walk to the other side of the office.

Work-wise, there are things to do. Finding-new-work-wise, however, there really isn't. I've been here since 7:30 and I've already sent my resume to everywhere with an open position that I have even the slightest tidbit of interest/experience in.

What to do...what to do...

I decide to check my email, to see if Ms. Move In Three Weeks emailed me back.


But Mr. Good Phone Interview And Haven't Heard From Him Since, But I Think It's Because He's Busy did.

Response to the follow-up email I sent on Friday.

I'm nervous.

And can't bring myself to open it.

I want to barf.

Maybe this is why reading your personal email at work is discouraged.


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