Work, bleh...

So when I was a bike messenger, I would go into offices and be like, "What a sweet life. Sitting in front of a computer isn't dangerous." I resented the people I saw sitting in their fancy, dry, air conditioned offices, playing Solitaire. It's not that I wanted to be them, it's that I hated that they were making double what I was, when I was risking my life every day on the streets (that's a little dramatic, but I WAS hit by three cars, as well as nearly run down more than once) to keep their business running, and they were trying to decide if they should have the rose design or the fish design on their Solitaire cards.

Now I am that guy that I hated. I sit at a desk. I work on a computer. It’s cool, because it’s a cool, fulfilling job, but it sucks, because due to the nature of international business, there are some busy times of year and some slow times. So I totally am that guy…writing on a blog, surfing the internet, making copious use of StumbleUpon. I know that I’ll be busier in a few weeks and will probably cry when I read this blog, but being not busy sucks more than it looks like. I have to act like I’m busy, doing really important things, while I’m actually reading Perez Hilton. And I also have to stay until 5, even if I haven’t gotten an e-mail since 1. Putting in the hours doing nothing sucks as much as putting in extra hours doing a lot. There were times in November when I’d stay at work til 11 at night. I had that much to do. Now that I have like nothing to do, I still have to stay til 5. I could be outside, playing and running and doing fun things, but instead I’m stuck inside, wasting daylight, reading crap on the internet about people adopting babies from Africa. And doing that is stirring my maternal instincts, which I didn’t think I had until about a month ago, and I don’t want to start getting into that yet, considering Chip can barely say the word “marriage” out loud. So basically…not working at work sucks more than it looks like it does.