Working hard, or hardly working?
I’m sitting here at my desk, and I’m bored, bored, bored. Yes, I’m bored.Can I go home yet? No? Damn.It’s one of those days. I can tell. It’s pouring out, it’s muggy, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I want to go home. I’m going to stop at K-Mart on the way home and pick up a new alarm clock. The one I have now is the same alarm clock I’ve had since 8th grade. 8th grade was 10 years ago. This alarm clock has not aged well at all…. it’s alarm is not nearly as alarming as it used to be, although it was never the louded alarm clock I’ve owned (that spot is reserved for “BugleCat”, which would wake my neighbors). I’m debating about what type of alarm clock to get. I could get another digital one, perhaps a clock radio. The only problem with that is the fact that I have a tendency to sleep through the music when it plays, more often than not I’ll simply incorporate the music into whatever I’m dreaming about (which is how I ended up having a dream about singing Queen’s “Somebody to Love” on a bar in a truck stop, but that’s another story altogether). I could get one of the old-fashioned alarm clocks with the bells, but that wouldn’t have a snooze option, which is something that I like to have. Work is pretty slow right now. That’s probably why I’m so bored, eh? Anywho, I’m gonna go get a bagel.
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