I think I Am In a Foul Mood

Pain…pain, pain, pain. I am wallowing in bored obstinate paralysis, mixed with pain. Don’t want to do the work I have to do. Would rather stare at my computer screen in rapturous boredom. Why is this? Why can’t I be a busy little beaver all day and be on top of things? I am on top of things, that is the problem. It is just a slow job. Maybe bad feng shui in my cubicle? How would I create good feng shui in my cubicle? Aha!!! Something to research and keep my mind off of working! Happy day!
As long as cubicle neighbor does not talk to me, I am happier. She just talks incessantly AND lectures on various things. She is in her 50’s and has been everywhere and done everything. Good for her but don’t lecture me and tell me how I should do everything. Ugh…and she gets all conspiracy driven with the office environment. She is always trying to gossip about everyone and as I do welcome some amount of gossip, there is a point when I just want to forget it all and just come to work and do my job. I don’t want to have to worry about who is doing what and why they said what and what did that mean ALL THE TIME! Besides, you start looking shady when you are constantly whispering in someone else’s cubicle! So I am reduced to being quiet and antisocial in my cube so that I can avoid the stupidity and everyone asks “what’s wrong?? You sure are quiet lately…” You just can’t win.
Another irritating thing is the flip flop shuffle of my coworker as she shuffles around the office very loudly in her flip floppy shoes. She refuses to pick up her feet when she walks, always dragging her heels. There is another one that shuffles loudly as well. You always know when they are coming. Just irritates the snot out of me.

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Rebecca Quinn said…
I'm sitting at my desk reading your blog (as I do every morning); but today I am eating cinnamon twists and a cherry coke to combat the PMS moods and cramps. I guess we are both having a happy day. On the plus side, the building I work is is having a potluck that starts in an hour- I can find something productive to do until then.

PS- I love your blog; makes me miss you more, but that is what happens when I am in Idaho and you are in Texas.
Verniquo said…
haha... i used to wear these weird gold shoes to mda and i was the girl with the squeaky shoe. you probably would have shot me! i sounded like the organ church lady at the wedding in "sixteen candles".

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