I'm totally about to bore you.

Good god, I'm bored. I'm the kind of bored you get when you're making excel list after excel list of contacts that you know you'll eventually be contacting, but right now just isn't the right time so you start to go a little stir crazy and you're considering hurling the stuffed monkey that's in your office across at your boss just to see what happens.

I'm the kind of bored that you only get after you've done 3 myspace surveys (and hated yourself a little bit for it) and a number of online quizzes (in case you were wondering, my inner super villian is Mystique) and found a free-streaming version of Tetris just to keep my brain from dying, turning into a pudding-like substance and escaping out my ear from this utter torture.

I even counted how many calories I've eaten so far today (630) which is something Sputz will tell you I NEVER do. And I did it just to see if I could figure it out. And yes, then I double checked online for nutrition facts.

It's not that I'm not working. I'm doing the power-work thing I used to do in college where I work work work work work for like 20 minutes and then take a 5 minute break. It actually works quite well. The problem is, the work I'm doing is anything but mentally stimulating.

Really, what I wish is that I could get paid to sit around and write. Especially because I work better when I make my own schedule and can get a lot of night work done.

In fact, if I had it my way, this is how my time would be used:

9-12am: workout, errands, chores, and mailings for submitting my work.
12-1: lunch, organizing deadlines.
1-5: editing of partially-written things, outlining, and pushing further on already created works.
5-7: dinner, chilling, getting more chores done
7-whenever (I'm a late-night person): creative new things. I work best at night, so this is where all the creative energy would be used.

A far off destiny of a dream, perhaps, but think of how amazingly sweet it would be. Plus, if I can make my own hours like that with my laptop, I can work from anywhere. One day, in my living room, the next in a cafe, and the day after that, London.

I digress...the stuff I'm doing now that we're closed for the summer and gearing up for a new season is a lot of prep work but not a lot of actual doing of anything. And I'm busy because I have a lot of stuff to do, but it's seriously mind-numbing. The results are that I get incredibly observant about the people around me:

The Whistling one calls house on his bluetooth ("Call....house. Call...house.") approximately once every 45 minutes to discuss dinner plans in greater detail. They're having chicken with mushrooms and some potatoes. Then, every hour, he gets up to stretch and ask us a question he already knows the answer to. Then, he walks with purpose out of the room. He returns 10 minutes later with the same purposeful walk and whistling. He then uses the bathroom.

The Eeyore one will bury his face in his hands and rub his eys every hour or so. He also disappears for no reason every hour and a half, returning 15 minutes later, usually with a random object. The last time he left, he came back with a pamphlet from the new pizza place.

And finally, The Perfectionist will stare out of the window in thought every 25 minutes. Then, she'll click a bunch on her mouse and sigh randomly to herself. She's always covering her mouth with her hand.

I keep visiting the box office to ensure that I will actually get up from my desk every once in a while and not become one of those huge-assed office people with severe carpal tunnel syndrome who is perpetually pale from lack of sunlight. On that note, I'm gonna see if my boss wasn't kidding when he said he's cutting out early.