Now Imagine Me

Here I am at work on December 29th.  I’ve finished a big project and my email inbox is so slow I keep wondering if it’s working correctly.  This is the curse of someone in my position.  If I’m not constantly being bombarded by people needing me to do a Google search for them I wonder if there is something wrong with the world.  Today is one of those days when I am very cynical.  I believe this is due to the fact that Kingpotato is probably at home playing with the puppy while I am here at work wasting time.

It’s December 29th and I’m one of 6 people in the office.  For 2 hours this morning I was the only person in the front desk area.  It was amazing and I got things done.  Now I don’t want to get things done, I just want to waste time.

I opened up my Facebook and I begin reading through all the little things that my “friends” have to say.  Really, out of the 110 people who are my friends there are probably 10 that I really care to hear from.  I hate this Facebook phenomenon and I hate that I’ve been dragged into it – yet I can’t stop checking my feed.  I think this is a sign that I need to go back through and edit my friends list.

Recently a distant relative requested to be my friend on Facebook.  I said yes because he dropped a dead relative’s name.  Now I am subjected to the status updates of a 50 year old who doesn’t seem to have taken the best care of himself.    I am super glad that you took some narcotics last night and that you need to have your gall bladder checked out.  Especially since I have never met you, heard of you or laid eyes on even a photograph of you until 10 a.m. on December 22nd.  Although the narcotics intrigues me.  I wonder what you are taking and where I can get some.

Of course now that I’ve complained about someone from my friend list I can’t post a link of this blog post on Facebook and there goes half of my audience.  Real smart thinking me.

I think I will clean out my friends list now.