pouty and bored

 

 

 

 

 

Here I am, trying to get through the last hour or so of work. I just filed away a bunch of stuff and I’m sorta twiddling my thumbs because I have nothing to do.

All the "biggie bigs" which are slightly under the "muckety mucks" are in a meeting. That means my supervisor and my boss.

It scares me when I’m not included in the biggie big meetings… because I’m a jr. biggie big! I should be in there learning what’s going on!

bah.

oh well.

guess for now, i’m still a peon.

with peas on my face.

actually, no.

my eye keeps tearing up.

it looks like half of my face is sad.

i don’t even want to write this anymore. I think I figured if I opened the window, some sort of inspiration would hit me.

but it hasn’t.

only sadness.

work countdown… something like 45 minutes….

 

 

 the evil box strikes again and deleted my rant about going home and stuff.

oh well.

who cares.