Well, its early on a Tuesday I came into work early due to the absence of my coworker so here I am. Its such a peaceful morning so far, I can hear the coffee maker from the kitchen and silence. Its a relatively nice feeling, rather than the phone constantly shrilling, demanding immediate attention. Even my mother hasn't gotten to work yet, which is simply bizarre considering her job is her life. So, I'm sitting at the front desk typing away on my laptop and making coffee for my mother. She just walked in wondering where I was for most of the time, which it actually took me a half an hour to drive to work and I stopped along the way at a recreation center, just sitting in the field. It was so peaceful, now the office is starting to get a bit fussy as most type furiously across their keyboards and the morning coffee is quickly taken as, a crutch, for most tired employees. Some have not even stepped foot in the office, but rather chose an extra hour of sleep. Its going to be a long day, working from 9 in the morning till 5 or later in the evening, not so much joy in that. I miss the carefree lazy days of summer, when your only concern was how many things you wouldn't be able to do in one summer. School is out so most teens and children have gone to camp or on vacation with friends, but I still at an office knowing no such luck is to be found. The office is silent, it seems like a 1920s film where you see the plot passing by however, find it far from yourself. Last night seemed even worse, where a close friend of mine insulted me so, of course I feel hurt and alone. What else is new? Unfortunately for me that's what it always is. So its, not really abnormal, however, I yearn for when times were simpler and everything was normal, and those that cared about you stayed and those that didn't disappeared. However, that seems impossible and truly unbelievable. However, for just one moment I wish it was true. I also wish that I could make my own choices, rather than just be bullied into them, its like being a prisoner of others with invisible chains.
Ah! To b*tch about work - at work - while writing in a blog, which is technically not work. But then again, who am I to say anything? I'm at work, also not doing work, reading a blog (which is clearly not work).
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The difference, oh young one, is that you are paid and work only 9 to 5 (if you are working during those hours). Last night I was in the office working on work after 11 pm. I was also called by the boss to do more work - immediately - before 8 am this morning. So while I take a break to blog, I've earned it.
Now pass some of that coffee. :D
~ Aunt T
Yeah, but at least you were doing something, and I'm not complaining about work it just feels as though the summer is slipping by and the only thing I'm allowed to do is work.
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