FATTY AND SPOTTY AND FATTY AND SPOTTY

 I am going mental.  Ever since James left work, I’m so unbelievably bored.  Before, I was annoyed that I was being kept from doing work by getting distracted and talking shit.   Now that I have 2 people’s jobs to do, I’m bored.  I can get the bare minimum done to avoid all hell breaking loose, but it leaves me time to log in and out of facebook and gmail and facebook and gmail and forums and OD and gmail and facebook and then stare out the window and it’s starting to get to me.   I don’t think I’ve ever been bored before, but all my usual boredom-coping mechanisms are inappropriate at work. 
Ewww, not like that.  I mean like daydreaming.  And as socially awkward I am with people in general and totally uninterested with people still here at work, I really need conversation with somebody I feel comfortable around and don’t hate, else I look at the windows thinking about whether falling out from the 10th storey might be a fun experience (until the bottom, of course).

Boredom is depressing. Groundhog day is depressing.  Having no proper friends at work anymore is depressing.  Having nothing really decent enough to complain about but still feeling undeservedly sorry for oneself is depressing.  I know I’ll regret saying this, but it’s almost better to have bad shit happening than no shit at all.  Almost.

I think that before, when I left the building for an hour each day to go to the gym or whatever, it helped break up the day.  But we moved offices away from my gym and without James on back-up I can’t take a proper lunch break because I’ll come back to some idiot who has sat on queue for 1 hour just to say "I’ve been waiting on hold for an hour".  There’s always one.  Anyone else hangs up and calls back later, except that one idiot with no life who invariably doesn’t need anything important or is calling the wrong person but wants to spend 5 minutes bitching about waiting on line so long.  No one can be in much of a hurry when they spend that long repeating themself about something I can’t do anything about until I work out the electrical problems with my time machine at home. 

Highlight of the day: one of the new sales reps here inherited the laptop of our former legal counsel.  The machine hadn’t been properly re-imaged or anything, so this guy’s cookies were still there for the world to peruse.  I don’t understand how someone who seems to frequent Overclockers & Whirlpool forums as well as read gizmodo and wired could fail to delete the 2 years worth of cookies they had accumulated.   

But I’m glad he didn’t, because then I would never have found out that this guy likes to check out YouPorn.  On a Tuesday morning, no less.  Or "Hot Chicks Without Douchebags".  I have no idea what that site is, but I’m not going to check until later because I’m a lot smarter about the trail I leave behind.   James too, for that matter.  He offered to buy his old laptop, and work accepted.  I will definitely buy this one when I finish, but if I can’t, I’ll be taking to this baby with a fuck-off magnet or maybe even a clean hard drive swap.  

He also liked baking. 

I think diarying will need to be a daily occurrence but I think I should avoid talking about work any more than I have.  I should try to be more positive and cheerful and maybe even fictional.  Once upon a time there was a ninja named spider and she could survive 10 storey drops and bled chocolate goo.