October 24th,
2001. Wednesday
I'm at work. In about two hours, I have to go to work. Between now and then, I'd like to do something not work-related. And I'd like to do it in the company of other people I like. Or even just one person. However, I can't seem to find anybody to hang out with. Everyone I called is otherwise occupied. Someone has dinner plans, someone has a movie, someone has to study, someone has to buy guitar stuff and learn how to use it. So here I am. It's sort of upsetting, frankly. Maybe I should get another job to kill the time between my two jobs now.I'm in a rotten modd, frankly. Horribly discontented. And the worst part is, I'm only two and a half days into this two job life of mine. And I really need more leisure time besides the 5:30-7:30 block I have now. I sat around and watched tv for three solid hours last night. The shows weren't that bad really, and I laughed out loud here and there. But it's not how I want to be spending my evening.
I'm writing this with the same program that I'm supposed to do most of my work with. I just tag and format text that gets sent to me. So from a distance, it's tough to tell that I'm not working. Lots of "</font></font><p><font face="Verdana"><font size=-1> " kind of shit, and it looks all official, because all I do is sit around and add "<irclink s='301(a)'>" all day. anyway, I'm leaving here. Don't know why though. I have a comfortable chair, a computer, a phone, and no where to go.
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