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2001-01-25

anywhere but here...

staring at my computer screen. i'm like a freekin zombie. i'm not doing anything - just surfing, listening to music, chatting on IM. and i get paid for this?

sure, i get the occasional bullshit request. do this, do that. but most of my day is spent looking busy. i'm so bored. i pay a hell of a lot of money just to commute here. i don't even want to be here!

i'd rather spend the day wandering the city. watching people. listen to their conversations. ride the subway to anywhere. roam around the museums, wander around coney island. maybe i can see sandy hook from there?

i'd sit at south street seaport and watch the tourists. sip a hot chocolate, nibble on oatmeal rasin cookies and write in my journal.

maybe i'd take a circle line cruise around manhattan. i haven't done that since i was about 12. mmmmm. pre-teen years. the biggest deal was if the teacher found my note and read it to the class.

there's so much to explore out there beyond my window. and i'm stuck in here getting radiation poisioning from my monitor. i think my eyes are slowly melting. i have 7 hours to go before i escape for the weekend - 3 hours for today, 4 for tomorrow. then i'm off to vermont. 3 1/2 days of nonsense on the slopes with the bobcat and various buffers.

work just gets in the way of life. someone told me that once - back then i just ignored it. i wish i hadn't.

20:16:25

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