Tuesday, June 15, 2004 So, it's 7:45 PM, and I'm still at work. To be honest, "at work" is a funny way to put it. I've done nothing productive for hours, as there has been nothing for me to do. My new bosses, however, do not care one whit about me screwing around on the internet. I excel at wasting time online, so it's not like I'm bored or anything. This will become a pattern, I'm sure, here at Unnamed Hit Sitcom (that'll be UHS in the future, you nerds). I have to learn how to manage my time better. Or acquire a zip drive for my home computer, as there's Final Draft 6 and a zip drive on this snazzy computer they let me use. Maybe I should go ask if they still need me. They just may. Or not. I don't know. This having-a-new-job thing is surreal. I'm getting the hang of everything except the phones. I fear the phones. Ever time there's a ring, a chill shoots down my spine. Usually, it's not for my office. But tomorrow I'm sitting by myself on the lines all morning long, and I expect nothing but rings all night long. I like it here, though. I finally relaxed enough to do so. It was pretty awesome. Now I just need to stay up past 10 PM tonight. It'd be nice if I existed outside of work, in some small way. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.