Not Unlike Costanza

I felt guilty blogging during my first week of work so I barely did it at all. Now, in my second week I've progressed to taking long(ish) lunches, coming in late, chatting on Meebo all day (since the real IM is blocked) and closing my office door to talk on the phone. I also listen to music sans headphones all day long (sometimes NPR) and rely the ol' standby apple H when my boss walks into my office because, even though I actually have work to do at this job, I never seem to be actually doing that work when he walks in. I usually seem to be reading Gothamist or Reddit or worse, shopping for new rain boots to replace the ones I have that leak. I've also already gotten in "trouble" for wearing jeans even though the other designers in the department wear them (they don't interact with the corporate honchos upstairs) like I sometimes do, and probably will have to when I'm ill-prepared wearing skinny jeans, ballet flats and a puffy blouse that needs ironing. I was also wearing gold hoop earings the size of tennis balls.

It's hard to sit here, so far away from my boss knowing that unlike at my old job where my boss could lean back and see what I was doing on my precious 30" monitor (so could anyone from outer space for that matter) I can see him coming. I have a five second warning-time to close all windows and maximize the Illustrator document like, uh huh, I've been working on this project for three hours now, and by hours I mean minutes. It's hard to not play brickbreaker on my blackberry, which by the by, is the single most addicting game ever (I'm quickly learning why they call it a crackberry) or watch a movie or hell, even episodes of Scrubs on my iPod. Sometimes, I want to read a book or the NY Times but mostly I've been tempted almost everyday to curl up under my kidney bean-shaped desk and take a 20 minute napper and dream of a better place.