So few words can so accurately capture a mood, I firmly believe, like the awe-inspiring power of "Blah." Especially since there's no better way to describe the way I feel.
Nothing bad's happened. I'm just rooted in second gear, after having an extremely quiet and peaceful evening (read, made dinner, watched a DVD of Scrubs episodes and Miss Evers' Boys on HBO).
Of course, it's worth pointing out that I am kinda-sorta quitting my temp assignment tomorrow. It's nothing I or the company did - it's just that the person I was temping for returned to work today, meaning that instead of spending six hours alone in an office doing work and reading my library book, I spent six hours conversing with a complete stranger and feeling useless. And she was very nice, and we had an all right time...
But this isn't right, and I need to leave this job anyways because of school starting up soon, and I'm annoyed that I wasn't told beforehand that she would be coming back. I'm also annoyed that my co-worker was so desperate for company that she guilted me into staying the entire day. There isn't enough work for ONE person, let alone two. And, sure, I bring a book into work for the slow spells, but I can't sit around idly, wasting my employer's money, when there's already someone there.
I really can't abide being redundant.
So I'm waking up early tomorrow and calling my employers to explain the situation, and then I'm probably going to go back to bed.
After that, I plan to pray that I get this internship. I'm supposed to hear something this week.