My last day...

There is no reason that I should still have my job after the amount of work that I have not done today. I am going to have to come in tomorrow just to do the three things that I needed to get done today. That's ridiculous! It's 4:35 and I am here until 5:00. I just cracked open my second Monster of the day in the hopes that it somehow magically transformed into speed or crack or crystal meth or Comcast PowerBoost® so I can get all of my work done at super human speed and be able to go home knowing I am not a failure. I'm still waiting for it to kick in. I have spent a good majority of the day reading other people's blogs. And not just recent ones but archives. Am I really so bored that I need to know what Bri and Jake were getting into in July, 2005?? Apparently. I don't know what it is with me today. I have some sort of a mental illness or something where I physically can't do any work. It's like I am literally glued to my chair and my mouse is incapable of clicking on anything, but websites that would be considered off limits if I worked at National City. I'll still probably clear my history, but it's not like anybody is going to check it. That is unless they realize that I've been sitting here for 8 hours doing NOTHING! OK, who am I kidding? I didn't get here until 9:30 so I've only been sitting here for 7 hours and 20 minutes, but who's counting? Obviously nobody. That's why I love my job. OK, now it's 4:54 and all the crack has helped me do is write this blog. Which in the grander scheme of things might end up being more important to society than daily balancing sheets and expense reports. But I'm still going to have to come in tomorrow to do those things since my blog has not yet gained the kind of recognition it needs to garner the significance I'm talking about. OK, I'm going downstairs to turn off the lights and hopefully when I come back up nobody will be at the door and I will lock it and go home. Last night 15 people showed up at 6:05 and wanted to move in right away so I was here for an hour and a half and guess what? They didn't move in! Bitches! So I'll let you know how it goes tonight...OK, door's locked, blinds are closed and I'm getting out of here. Yay! OK, I have to post two credit card payments then I really am leaving. I'm heading down to Bloomington to watch the Boilermakers take on the Hoosiers in an exciting match up. I'm talking about volleyball, if you don't know me. Boiler up!

Falling Down

Is it weird that the summer my husband left me ended up being the best summer I've had in a really long time?? I'm trying to figure out why exactly, but I can't put my finger on it. I'm missing the summer and trying to figure out why so I can bottle the magic. Was it the new freedom? the new apartment? new roommate? the happy pills? the concerts? country music? work? home? family? friends? lovers? secret lovers? [OK, I'm just trying to ruffle feathers with a couple of those :)] I don't know...and I need to find out because I'm starting to lose it. It's been down hill since Labor Day. I'm up, I'm down, I'm healed, I'm depressed. I don't know what my deal is.

The kicker is that I love the fall. It's a great season. The sun's still shining, but there's a chill in the air. It's the season for football, sweatshirts, season premieres, Some Devil - I only listen to it in the fall, Macintosh Yankee candles, chili and volleyball games.

Now the obvious answer to what was different this summer is that Mark wasn't around. Duh, but that doesn't explain why I'm suddenly feeling down. Am I coming down from some weird high? A lot of the fall things do remind me of Mark. We loved the fall together so I think that is part of it. But oddly, some of the things that I loved in the summer are irritating me in the fall... I'm going to keep working on it.

In other news, I don't really have any other news. There's a lot going on at work, but I don't know if it would be funny if you don't work here. If you do work here, it's hilarious, but you aren't reading this...unless you're me and I'm writing it so it's to the point where it's not funny anymore because I've played it over too many times.

I think I'm going to write my next blog about Sarah Palin...or "your face" or both.