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Jul. 11th, 2001
Don't you just hate it when you wake up and you're a bug?
I started reading The Metamorphosis the day I started working. Hmm, significant connection here?
Lunch today was nice. I decided that I should take a notebook with me and write during lunch. Journaling has become an obsession, probably helped by the fact that others read this, and therefore writing this journal is an act of sharing. But I can't remember everything I think of during the day. Hence the notebook to write in, and later type up what I wrote.
I can't really remember what else I thought about at lunch today, because my mind is too diffused and I'm obsessing about how much I hate working in an office. I can't do this forever. It doesn't fit. At all. Miserable as hell. But it has led me to realize that I actually do work hard, exactly how much I like working alone and how stubborn I am in figuring things out myself. Tomorrow I'll be pretty much completely alone. The files are located in an office, but Gabriella, whose office it is, will be gone the rest of the week. So I'll have the room basically to myself, aside from random people coming to get a file.
I'm getting more familiar with the filing system, but there are some things that remain a complete mystery. Perhaps I'll figure it out tomorrow. I'll also be making new folders and such. Started on that today. I actually kind of like it. Much better than just filing. I used to see games of Snood when I closed my eyes; last night it was row upon row of files, with their brightly colored stickers. Ack.
I'm really not any happier now than when I had nothing to do all day. At least then I could get up when I felt like it and therefore could actually get enough sleep. But hey, at least now I don't have to deal with my dad all day.
I started reading The Metamorphosis the day I started working. Hmm, significant connection here?
Lunch today was nice. I decided that I should take a notebook with me and write during lunch. Journaling has become an obsession, probably helped by the fact that others read this, and therefore writing this journal is an act of sharing. But I can't remember everything I think of during the day. Hence the notebook to write in, and later type up what I wrote.
I can't really remember what else I thought about at lunch today, because my mind is too diffused and I'm obsessing about how much I hate working in an office. I can't do this forever. It doesn't fit. At all. Miserable as hell. But it has led me to realize that I actually do work hard, exactly how much I like working alone and how stubborn I am in figuring things out myself. Tomorrow I'll be pretty much completely alone. The files are located in an office, but Gabriella, whose office it is, will be gone the rest of the week. So I'll have the room basically to myself, aside from random people coming to get a file.
I'm getting more familiar with the filing system, but there are some things that remain a complete mystery. Perhaps I'll figure it out tomorrow. I'll also be making new folders and such. Started on that today. I actually kind of like it. Much better than just filing. I used to see games of Snood when I closed my eyes; last night it was row upon row of files, with their brightly colored stickers. Ack.
I'm really not any happier now than when I had nothing to do all day. At least then I could get up when I felt like it and therefore could actually get enough sleep. But hey, at least now I don't have to deal with my dad all day.
