I arrived home today about an hour or two ago, ready to take off my uncomfortable work clothes and relax. To my infinite dismay, there was a message from Mike Schmeltzer on my answering machine saying that there was stuff to do and that I shouldn’t have left early. I’m at work now, and I’ve finished all three of the things that are here. Now I’m blogging on company time, just to spite him. I left because there was nothing to do and I didn’t feel like waiting around for him. I’m going to give him my personal e-mail on Monday so he can contact me easier. I fucking hated driving back into town (from Fort Dick, mind you) just to do some more teidous crap. But he didn’t chastize me too heavily. I don’t know what to do now, except to sit here and blog and pretend I’m busily working. I’m beginning to dislike this place. But it’s just because it’s not around payday. I love this place when it’s a payday week. While I was fuming on my way back here I had to center myself. “Just think of the Wonka Board. It is your god. And you must work to make it the best Wonka Board ever!”
Think of your hard drive, your Dolby Digital 6.1 surround sound system hooked up to your computer, your dual monitors…and I suddenly got very very calm. I had found my own personal nirvana. I’m really bored but I’m going to stay here for another ten minutes or so to pretend like he actually brought me here to do something. I’m going to get out a letter and pretend to be typing it. Ah, that’s better. I look like such a worker.
I can’t stand this bullshit any more. I’m going to ask him if there’s anything else I should do. Eh, I shouldn’t get too ancy. Oh, I helped Tawna blog a pic of her tattoo! It looks so gravy. Oh, we did this film project thing last night, it was so cool. I can’t wait to see it edited. And Amanda dyed her hair black. It looks really good. Well, I must get out of this hellhole. I’m sure Tawna will be surprised to see me again.