The daily adventures and travails of one neurotic, klutzy, hungry, cynical college girl. Tune in for prizes! (offer void where prohibited. See office for details. Not responsible for lost articles.)
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Monday, January 27, 2003
I woke up this morning, nauseous and cold. I could still smell coconut in the air, and I was freezing. Damn the Sunday for being so hot that I assumed I could sleep without blankets. I didn't attempt the chili for breakfast since I felt ill. Instead I had a bowl of cereal and cookies (I'm obviously aware of healthy diet manner). Now that I remember, I left the bowl on my windowsill. The room is getting better and better, odor-wise. Especially since my room is the most heated in the apt... *sigh* I try so hard, but come up short. I'm at work and it's been grueling. They've found out that I can do more than I advertise, so they load me down with heavy duty crap. I feel like the gopher of UCTV. Now I have to start answering the phone and helping people with tape orders. I'm shitting bricks. The guacomole chips I had earlier, which ironically is missing avocado in the list of ingredients, isn't traveling down easy. I'm wretchedly tired, and I don't know if that's from the heat, the food, or the "exercise" I got from my childish antics at Doyle last night. Or maybe it's the fact that I never feel good at work. I'm doomed if this is a glimpse of my future. Toiling away in a half-cubicle, from 9 to 5, staring at a LCD display... I'd rather not be a sheep of commerce. Two hours away until my faux freedom. Should I try out for Tape tonight? Should I watch "The Silence of the Lambs" tomorrow night? Will I write the damn paper soon? Will I go home this weekend? Lots of questions, no clear answers yet.
2:45 PM
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