Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A Day At The Office, as Told by Cell Phone Pictures

Walk into the office.

Say "hi" to Susana.

Go to my desk.
Look at pictures of my family on my wall.
Look at my two Gods: Paul Auster and Godtopus.
Stick my fingers together with double contact tape.
Wonder what Judge Judy would do.
Look at my Chaplin posters on the wall to remember why I'm working here.
Sneak up on Paty.
Wake Jimmy and laugh at his startled face.

Go out for a smoke.

Look at the street.
Take pictures of my reflection on the glass, then walk inside.
Stare at the yummy things my boss ordered to celebrate the birthday of the dean's secretary. Focus on the ice-cold champagne.

Drink champagne (3 glasses, in office hours. Yay.)

Admire the yummy sandwiches and cookies.

Look up pictures of skinny self from years ago after consuming sandwiches and cookies.
Admire the sneakers my boss pretends to ignore.
Nap on the desk.

Stare at the ceiling.

Doze off on my chair.
And tomorrow it starts all over again.

Monday, January 26, 2009


I wanna go home.

My vacation starts next week, meaning Friday is my last day of work. I'm fucking sick and tired of coming to the office and do absolutely nothing.

I started doing Pilates (thanks, youtube) on Saturday and everything hurts, but it feels good. I figured I needed to be healthy, considering I've been losing about 2 pounds a week for no reason whatsoever. Bullshit, I know what it's all about. But I'm so tired of talking about it I don't even wanna go into specifics. OK, fine. I miss my best friend. Boo-hoo, poor me.

I wanna go hohohohohohohohohohohoooooome..........