metamorphosing into a creature of 1984
Week 3 (or 4?) of no real work at work. Aside from the utterly sapless background reading I was assigned, routine installation of software, weekly administrative tasks, and the too infrequent respite of water cooler chats with colleagues, I'm left to my own resources to keep from surrendering to the affliction of ultimate boredom. And I'm failing. I am encapsulated by boredom. It is flowing through my every vein, imprisoning me in a state of mind that takes hours to escape. Numbing me. And stripping me of any semblance of creativity. Or intelligence.
posted by Goldie @ 4:44 PM
2 Comments:
Sapless. You sent me to Merriam-Webster for that. Interesting word, though not used quite the way the dictionary says you should. You always are at the cutting edge of language use.
Oy, oy, oy. I know the feeling. When boredeom just seeps into you, and sucks the life out, slowly turning your blood to lead. Even if your efforts seem ineffectual--don't stop! Just keep fighting it, and one day, you'll find the fog has lifted...
"You always are at the cutting edge of language use."
LOL! Will have use that phrase next time my DH makes fun of my English.
Yeah, at first it was nice to be "free" at work, but after a few days, it got to be too much. And after weeks, though I'm okay in the mornings, often by early afternoon, all is lost...But there's promise of work soon. Very soon. So they tell me anyway.
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