Working Life

Working, for me, is mainly about goofing off and getting paid. I do what they tell me, but I do it slow, and I blog in between. Like right now!
There's a new claims assistant working in my little area, a few cubicles away. I'm sure she's sweet, but she has this weird running walk that she displays as she goes past my cubicle about a thousand times a day. I started counting after lunch--she passed me 28 times in approximately three hours. Maybe that doesn't sound like a lot to you, but it seemed like it to me.
Other fun things to do at work when there's a computer at your disposal:
www.msn.com/games
www.keenspot.org (I recommend Sinfest, Friendly Hostility, and Wapsi Square)

Anyway, today was sort of long. Even with the flurry of gossip in the afternoon surrounding our new Pontiff. But the woman who works in the little food shop in the lobby smiled at me both times I was there today. Most of the time she smiles in the morning but doesn't seem to recognize me in the afternoon, I don't know exactly why. Maybe her days are even longer and more boring than mine. Not that I hate it. I'm still considering applying for a permanent job here. Which would, from the looks of things around me, be more stressful than boring. But also more money. Decisions are hard.