1167; LJ Idol Week 7 - Bupkis
When someone tells you that they were so bored they were literally spinning, they do not usually mean it in quite the way it comes out. I am convinced, to the point you can argue till you’re blue in the face and I will still not see it otherwise, that literally has become yet another one of those words that people overuse and, as a result, mangle the meaning of more than just a bit. They may tell you they were spinning but in reality they were sitting, standing or whatever-ing without moving a muscle.
But believe me when I tell you I was so bored the other day that I was literally spinning, in a chair granted, I was in fact doing exactly what I say I was doing. Alright, I concede I was not moving round and round but rather side to side, but I was still spinning in some manner. Said spinning was also longer than what I am sure most people deem socially acceptable in an office, or other professional, setting. I also spent a good two hours on and off, but mostly on, staring at the two point five cubicle walls that are blanketed in old product fliers while wondering why anyone would decorate their entire cubicle’s bare wall space with old product fliers.
Do you have any idea how dull old product fliers are? I am sure that somewhere out there exists a company that has really interesting fliers for their old products that make for great entertainment when there is nothing else to do. Products for discontinued plastic containers? They fall into the ‘boring beyond belief, so why am I even looking at these things so damn intently’ category
The saddest part is this is what my life is like every single day. Okay, this is what it is like on the days when I am permitted to work but the sentiment still stands. I go through other peoples’ emails, totally sanctioned for the record, I spend roughly thirty minutes doing actual work and then I spend the rest of the day staring at the wall. Or spinning in a chair and sometimes I do both simultaneously. What can I say? I enjoy a good challenge.
Sure, there are moments in which actual work needs to be done but these exist in short microbursts of activity which settle down in about five minutes. And then I go right back to staring and spinning. Eventually I add in a third task of counting down the minutes (erm, hours) until I can leave but I usually hold off on that as long as I can.
This week I am lucky enough to be granted a long reprieve before I have to go back to the daily grind of doing...well, nothing. Not literally nothing, as I will again be taking up the extreme and daring sport of chair spinning as well as the laborious and exhausting task of reading aged fliers on the cubicle wall. But nothing all the same.
But believe me when I tell you I was so bored the other day that I was literally spinning, in a chair granted, I was in fact doing exactly what I say I was doing. Alright, I concede I was not moving round and round but rather side to side, but I was still spinning in some manner. Said spinning was also longer than what I am sure most people deem socially acceptable in an office, or other professional, setting. I also spent a good two hours on and off, but mostly on, staring at the two point five cubicle walls that are blanketed in old product fliers while wondering why anyone would decorate their entire cubicle’s bare wall space with old product fliers.
Do you have any idea how dull old product fliers are? I am sure that somewhere out there exists a company that has really interesting fliers for their old products that make for great entertainment when there is nothing else to do. Products for discontinued plastic containers? They fall into the ‘boring beyond belief, so why am I even looking at these things so damn intently’ category
The saddest part is this is what my life is like every single day. Okay, this is what it is like on the days when I am permitted to work but the sentiment still stands. I go through other peoples’ emails, totally sanctioned for the record, I spend roughly thirty minutes doing actual work and then I spend the rest of the day staring at the wall. Or spinning in a chair and sometimes I do both simultaneously. What can I say? I enjoy a good challenge.
Sure, there are moments in which actual work needs to be done but these exist in short microbursts of activity which settle down in about five minutes. And then I go right back to staring and spinning. Eventually I add in a third task of counting down the minutes (erm, hours) until I can leave but I usually hold off on that as long as I can.
This week I am lucky enough to be granted a long reprieve before I have to go back to the daily grind of doing...well, nothing. Not literally nothing, as I will again be taking up the extreme and daring sport of chair spinning as well as the laborious and exhausting task of reading aged fliers on the cubicle wall. But nothing all the same.