In Living Color

I save Friday as my official do nothing at work day. I would never in my right mind schedule a meeting for a Friday. I almost always wear jeans and rarely change out of my sneakers. I switch between vocal electronica, rap and oldies on the radio all day long and frequently close the door to do a little dance while no one is looking. Sometimes on Fridays I flip through design magazines or books to waste time, not because I'm particularly trying to becoming inspired as I don't like to do any work at all on a Friday. I usually clean up my desk and straighten up around my office from the hurricane of the past week that has swept through. I can't come to work on Monday and discover a messy office. It clutters my brain too much. But as I look around now my office I'm realizing it is totally and completely immaculate. All my ducks (literally I have a rubber duck in here) are in a row and I don't think I can possibly wipe down the desk one more time with a Lysol disinfecting wipe without my brain falling out of one side of my head. My office and desk are so clean because I've done nothing all week; we have no work right now. There is literally nothing to do. And I don't mean there's work that I don't want to do. I mean my boss and I are literally making up projects to keep us busy, like, reorganizing our online server and other exciting menial tasks that don't waste enough hours. Even those projects are complete. It is the most dead time of my life, well at work. The flip side of that is that I'm having the time of my life when I leave this office at 5:01 evey single day. Today I might leave at 4:50 because I'm just that daring.

Today is a totally different kind of Friday however, for today I am recovering from the best Valentine's Day I've pretty much ever had. I'm going to hire a film crew to start filming my life because between my friends & I, we're more entertaining than half the shit that's on television these days. Fuck the writers, we don't need a script. This is what reality TV really is, not that shit they pan off as scripted reality TV (hello, "Real World.") I can't really remember all the finite details, but I do know that today I am very very glad that I do not have any real work to do besides making sure that at the end of the day all my colored markers end up back in the box in rainbow colored order. I like the purple one one best; it smells like grape.