Part of working from home is wicked cool- since I can work anywhere I have cell coverage and wi-fi, I can work en femme and nobody cares. The lone downside
is that I now have to depend on the internet and broadcast media (well, okay-cable media) for ideas for articles to write, as I am essentially an office of one. Which
means I don't get a lot of face to face interaction with people.
And when I do, it's a mixed bag. In fact, this article started life over my sandwich at Subway, on the back of a napkin. There's four other people in here, and I feel
like I am invisible.
Which is not necessarily A Bad Thing, as I am in a foul mood anyway. Today, while not a bad day per se, hasn't really been a good day, either. With a little more
than a week until we move into our new digs, you'd think I'd be in a better frame of mind. (Which I might actually be once I move.) But right now, I'm feeling like Little
Miss Mercury needs a nap, or a time out, or possibly a good lay. (Or maybe all three.) I admit I'm stressed-imagine that! Wonder Woman is stressed!-but over all, I
should be in a better frame of reference.
Except I feel like I wasted my afternoon, and I don't like to waste my time.
So, what's a girl to do, other than get her big girl panties unwadded, put them on straight, and then save the world before bedtime?
I take another hit off the diet coke and look at my watch. Time moves so slowly when I get like this.
I know part of the problem is the stunning lack of summer. It's June 3rd, 2008 as I write this and I am still wearing my winter jacket, for openers. This should be short
(or no sleeve) weather, shorts, tanning by the pool time. Instead, I'm dressed like it's March 3rd. This is just so wrong!
Another part of the problem is what I alluded to above. I hate eating alone, and since I have no co-workers to catch dinner with tonight (by now the office has been
closed for two and a half hours and is a day's flight away anyway), the SO is on her way to Portland for her rehearsal, and the rehearsal I was supposed to run at three
didn't have enough bodies, so it was cancelled and thus no dinner before the evening rehearsal…I eat alone. That's why I feel like my time was wasted, etc. No people
interaction for a few more hours, wasted time that could have been spent more productively, and no laptop so I'm writing on a napkin for heaven's sake.
**sighs**
You know, writing this all down has helped a little. While I am not totally chipper, at least I feel better. Meantime, I guess I'm off to save the world…again.
