The Slow Grind

I feel like a little kid again. I sit in my swivel chair behind my fancy desk swinging my legs and twirling from side to side. I hope my boss, who's desk resides through open double doors, doesn't notice. Its slow today...I stare at the clock on my computer. 18 minutes until 3! I wait impatiently half expecting a bell to ring to tell me that schools out.

I like my job. The people are wonderful, and my boss is very nice AND appreciates me, a rarity I certainly appreciate. The steady paycheck aint so bad either... But on slow days its hard. There are no bills to pay today, and no incoming rent. The phone has been remarkably silent today. The minutes stretch out into miles. I have nothing to harvest in Farmville so I wander around the internet... and yes I will openly admit that I am a complete dork and love, no I'm sorry, am addicted to that game! I think it was designed for people like me who sit behind desks all day.

Not so deep down I know that I wasn't made for office work. Don't get me wrong I'm quite capable, in fact I'm good at my job, I just know that this isn't my calling. I like getting to meet new people, and my business skills have certainly improved, but there's no passion. I'd rather be doing something that included wearing a clown nose right now...I wonder what they'd say if I just showed up wearing it one day? hmmm

Three minutes to go and I would be more excited, but I'm working a double today. I'm trying to remember if I have any clean black tights for work tonight? hmmm do I buy new ones at the drug store on my way to the car or do I risk it? My life is exciting. I just hope its busy tonight. Business at the restaurant has been unpredictable and due to the recent move and car search, I could really use a good night.

Its 3 and the bell in my head is ringing, time to go! Tomorrow is Friday, and I can't wait for the weekend :)