i don't know what i'd do at work every day if it wasn't for my friend sean. sean and i met freshman year of college living in the same hallway. now we both sit at our desks 5 days a week and talk on AIM about how ridiculous our jobs are.

excerpt from an AIM conversation, 8/2/07:

(note: i am writing this while at work, because it is 9:36 am and my boss is still not here)

me: see, i don't really eat at work
me: i have a drawer full of newtons, luna bars and cookies
me: but i almost never get to eat any of it
sean: haha
sean: why not
me: because i'm always busy
me: today i got here at like 9
me: and opened a little bag of cookies, because i took insulin at home so i need to eat somthing
me: and i ended up running all over the office all morning
me: i had to copy a stack of things--simple, right?
me: i mean all you have to do is place the stack into the top of the copy machine and hit "start" and it copies the entire stack, one by one
me: but every time i'd go to the copy machine, my phone would ring
me: this seriously happened at least 10 times
me: i go over to the copy machine, turn it on, phone rings
me: run back to my office, answer the phone, its the governor, updating me on where he is now, asking questions he knows the answers to, same old
me: we chat, hang up
me: i wait a minute, nothing happens, so i go back to the copy machine
me: pick up the papers
me: ...phone rings
sean: no
me: YES.
me: this time, he hangs up on me
me: and i wait, probably for five minutes, for him to realize his mistake and call me back, but he doesn't
me: so i get up, start to walk to the copy machine, pause...wait for it to ring, but it doesn't, so i keep going
me: get to the machine, pick up my papers...
sean: phone rings
me: phone rings
me: this literally happened all morning
me: so, 9 am i opened the bag, i don't think i actually ate anything in it until at least 11:45
me: and then i put one cookie in my mouth and the phone rang
me: i didn't even get to start copying until about 11 and then it took me about a year to get those copies OUT of the machine and onto his desk
me: haha
me: i think he has sensors or something
me: he just knows when calling me would be the most inconvenient thing, and he does it then
sean: tru
sean: i need a hair cut
sean: and a nap
sean: and a sandwich
sean: and a beer
sean: and a clear mind
sean: haha
me: me too
me: all of the above


ps: i'd like to direct anyone reading this to sean's blog, which he writes with several of his friends, which can be found in the links section of this blog (please everyone shut up). particularly the post titled "the 40 hour work week - a dangling carrot or a myth to keep us going?" because i think it fits with this blog.