There and Back Again

Disposition: Bored stiff
Listening: The Magical Music of Disney
Reading: Bourne Identity
Watching: SeaChange
Obsessing: Karl Urban and Sean Bean
Pondering: A subject for a great poet would be God’s boredom after the seventh day of creation. (Friedrich Nietzsche)

I’m sitting here at work, trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do for the next two hours. Monday is usually my 7PM shift - meaning I have to stay at work until 7PM. Normally I welcome the opportunity to stay at work late but only when I’m ridiculously overwhelmed with things to do. Not to say I’m not busy cause I am. It’s just that the things I needed to get done this week, I finished an hour ago. Additional work is not going to come in until after tomorrow’s interviews and Tuesday and Wednesday’s back-to-back training. All my recruitments just opened so there’s hardly any action. Just when I need a job study to occupy me and keep me busy, I have none.

Every thing I have on my desk right now, waiting to be “reviewed” are not work related. There’s the Cookie Lee catalogue from my friend Norma that need to be previewed. There’s the Bourne Identity paperback I bought at Barnes and Noble today, which the nice clerk at the counter, endorsed with two enthusiastic thumbs up. I still can’t believe I bought and have a book on my desk that has Matt Damon on the cover (they didn’t have any other version) but sans the cover, I’m sure it’s an awesome read. Maybe I’ll take a peek.

Oh, and there’s the dry-cleaning stuff I need to go pick up and dinner to order so I will be forced to stick to my low-carb diet or I could run to the library to drop off my way overdue books. Yet I have to be in the office physically so these three options are off the list. I can sit at front and help cover the front counter but between now and 7PM, hardly any soul comes into the office to request a recruitment application. Heck, the phone hardly rings either.

I can rehash my favorite Sean Bean movie moments but I don’t want to catch myself smiling while staring into space. I can create a list of things I need to buy for my June vacation to Playa del Carmen but my list is blank except for one all important item: a new swimsuit. I can try and write a poem but after reading a lovely William Butler Yeats poem at B & N today, every attempt at poetry seems embarrassing.

Clean my office? But that’s not fun. Alphabetize my small CD collection? Nah, I’d finish that in two minutes. I could go wash my coffee pot but darn it, I’ve already done that too. Surf the net? About what? Besides, surfing the net at work is a no-no. Write a blog entry about this boredom? That’s what I’m doing but a few clicks from now, this task will be done too and I’m back to asking what to do.

Oh well, I guess I’m down to reading Ludlum until 7PM…