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Hello, work? Are you out there?

It’s me, Ryan. I’m bored. I’m trying to find something to do. I know, we both thought it would never come to this, but short story longer, it has.

It turns out that doing nothing at work is much more difficult than doing something, and infinitely more difficult than doing nothing at home.

Work ebbs and flows, and sometimes its ten-feet thick with floatsom and jetsam, and other times it’s fished out. And while this week is a calm before a storm, it’s a frustrating calm that lasts from 10 AM to 6 PM each day, guaranteed since I am paid hourly.

So while I’ve developed coping mechanisms, they are somewhat maladaptive. I drink water constantly so I can urinate as many times as possible. Same with coffee, only for twosies. I check my email infinitely, and have sparked long-lost, new-lost, new-fangled and spangled conversations on instant messenger. And I’ve been playing with travel websites so much that it’s even a little vulgar.

But now it’s Friday. On my way out the Russian maid will say in a heavy bolshevik accent,

“Thank God It Fridayed,”

And I’ll agree, wish her a happy weekend, and pray that tech spits me something by Monday.

Doing nothing at work is not relaxing, it’s actually high stress. My boss gives me my work, but I’m in direct observation by my boss’ boss. While he is also my supervisor, he does not give me work, nor does he have work to dole. He’s a nice guy, and for that, I do not want to make too apparent, the great stack of nothing, that I am working on.

I’ve even been asking for work, tagging along to irrelevant meetings and being more proactive than pimple wash (oo, that’s a good one).

Thank God It Fridayed.

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