Working Girl

I've gotten to put in a lot of hours at work recently. This is a good thing for I never have money. I always need more, want more, spend more. Vicious cycle. To recap, I usually work 5 hours a week because I was quite limited when I first searched for jobs under my 15 hour a week student visa. Then they upped it to 20, but I already had this cushy, well-paying job. My job consists of sitting in front of a computer and "looking busy". That might mean answering phones, helping tenants in the building with various things they come up with, or usually, just playing around on the internet.

The first afternoon I worked, it was great. I caught up with emails, my celebrity gossip, random blogs I hardly ever read. Then, the next day, I worked a full 8.5 hours. Okay, for all you full time workers out there, I know -- this isn't a hugely long day. I myself used to be quite used to 14 hours a day, 7 days a week. But... I am a grad student now. I never work. I have huge clumps of time off, sandwiching in condensed periods of stressed out cramming/writing. It works for me. I have gotten quite used to it.

Then today. Second day of 8.5 hours. My butt hurts, my back hurts, and I am bored. And I don't mean casually thinking, "Boy, I'd like to be doing something else right now". I mean, talking to myself at my desk, getting caught by my peers bored. I mean, getting busted played Bespelled on MSN games by one of the women I most respect in the building. I mean counting the number of students walking by (in two categories, umbrellas and no umbrellas. Hoodies throw me.) the building. I mean making cups of hot chocolate that I don't even want bored.

I apparently don't do well with being idle. If I was at home, I could find things to do. Hey, maybe I should actually read some of the research I've printed out for my thesis. Nah, not that bored. :)