I’D DIE OF BOREDOM, BUT THAT’S TOO MUCH EFFORT
Is there anything worse than being bored?
I’m not talking about being generally listless, antsy, or discontent.
I’m talking about soul-crushing, mind-numbing, brain-melting boredom.
I’m talking about being so bored that when someone approaches you and asks you for a menial favor, you’re glad for the distraction.
“Hey, Allison! Someone barfed in the hallway! What should we do?”
If you’ve ever been greeted with a problem like that, and thought “Well, at least I’ll be busy for the next 10 minutes,” then you know what boredom I’m talking about.
When I arrive at my office in the morning, I generally check email, read the New York Times, make breakfast, check out Jezebel, Consumerist, Huffington Post, SF Gate, WWTDD, and Gawker. That takes me until about 9:30.
Then i spend a couple of hours writing (if I’m lucky and I have something to work on). During lunch, I read Go Fug Yourself, Fark, Mediabistro, Craigslist, and Journalism Jobs. In the afternoon, I generally try to write some more, or sometimes just stare blankly at my computer until about 4:30, when I go home. Sometimes I’ll do about 15 minutes of actual job-work during the day, but not often.
Of course, this busy schedule of reading blogs and writing about entertainment is wholly dependent on there being actual news. On a slow-news-day, I fear that I’ll melt into a puddle.
The sad part is that I have to put on actual pants for this job. You’d think they’d let me work from home in my pajamas, since my bosses seem to be okay with paying me to do nothing. At least at home, I have a better internet connection and access to iChat. Think of everything I could accomplish there!
