Blogging At Work

Of course I don't really blog at work. Because that would be wrong. To blog about work when you're at work? Wrong. Anyway...

I've been getting some not-so-subtle hints lately about how I should be blogging more. Yes, this is one of those posts. Sure, I'll wait while you roll your eyes at having to read another "Sorry I haven't been blogging much lately, here's why" posts. Yeah so umm.... I haven't been blogging much lately. I have no good reason why.

Not much is going on at work. I still haven't been fired. I'm less than a month and a half away from my one-year anniversary. Nice Partner gave me a project to do that involves the dreaded word "research." He actually started to give the project to a paralegal and then decided I could do it. (No, I can't. Please don't think that just because I'm smart I can be competent. That's how I wind up getting fired. Well, one of the ways.) I know paralegals earn more money than secretaries. But I also know paralegals spend a lot of time doing research. I hate research. Part of why I hate it is because it's boring, and part of why I hate it is because I find it difficult. But so far, I'm doing decently with the project. Nice Partner never yells when he gets angry. He just opens his eyes really wide, like "Surely I'm not seeing the whole picture, because surely you can't be so stupid as to do or say whatever you've just done, so I'll try to open my eyes even more so I can see whatever it is you seem to be seeing." Even though I couldn't find part of what he told me to try to find, as he gave it to me, Nice Partner said the way it'd been put together was "wonky" and it wasn't me. I didn't get Wide Eyed at (that doesn't flow as well as 'I didn't get yelled at'). So I'm not upset that I sort of failed. But I'm sure hoping this research project ends soon. You know, before I screw it up.

The Grandmas were talking about sex today. I did not throw up when I overheard that. Wednesday's color will be green. Just another boring workday.

Anyway. The juicy stuff that I know you'd like reading is not stuff I'm at liberty to post about. The boring stuff is boring.

The deep stuff that makes me think? To be honest, I haven't been having many of those thoughts lately. I used to walk to work and try to come up with a solution that would satisfy both sides of the people involved in the local hotel strike, or figure out ways to solve homelessness or something else worldly and noble. Now I walk to work thinking how great it is that this No Puffery stuff from Origins really does seem to be making a difference.

Last week somebody tripped. Not only did she trip, she fell down. I didn't laugh. Not only didn't I laugh, but I helped her gather her things and made sure she was okay (she was).

For a while I was reading all these deep books. Now I'm reading British Glamour (alongside my Newsweek, but still).

What's happening to me?! Did I overdose on deepness? Is that possible? Will I spend all my free time watching My Sweet Sixteen and getting free samples from Origins ? Speaking of which, did you know if you ask for it, they'll give you free samples from Origins?

Not speaking of which, the new season of Laguna Beach* starts soon. Le grande sigh.

*Fine, yes, I'll admit it. I bought the book. But. It was for a friend. No, stop laughing, it really WAS for a friend. I just looked at the pictures. I'm not sure if that helps or hurts my cause here.