Its Friday. What’s worse - its Friday afternoon. I am the only one in my office. Somehow this just does not seem right. I still stand by my statements earlier in the week that it pays to be the only one here at times. However, this is getting exceptionally boring.
One of my friends recently referred to my job as "the never-ending soap opera" and I absolutely concur! But there is very little drama when I am the only one here. Phooey. I rather enjoy watching the other people that share this journey we call employment.
So what does one do when they are the only one in an office and bored? This one spies on the people shopping at the linen store outside my window. I try to think of something to make for supper. I email some family members. Of course, I blog. I think about my weekend.
I have an uneventful weekend planned which at this point sounds really good. Brian keeps threatening to make me paint. He really can’t MAKE me do it. There should be some basketball on t.v. so that could really help my cause. I have this fear that he will make me watch it with him, but I may have cured that desire in him for life last night. I fell asleep during the game and ended up drooling on him. He sent me to bed immediately. In my defense, it was well past my bedtime. Even husbands can’t take that kind of abuse...apparently.
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