Goats and Absurdity

We’ve got family coming tonight which means it’s even more important for me to get something written while I’m at work. Of course, work isn’t really cooperating with that. Also, my general disposition at the moment isn’t helping either. I just spent close to an hour doing absolutely nothing. A couple of coworker, a teen volunteer, and myself talked about goats, goat books, and why some names are “feminine” while others are “masculine” which led to listing gender neutral names. I’m not kidding. To be fair, it was a really crazy morning at the desk and roaming. But considering I spent most of the time between 10am and 11am just farting around on the internet, I can’t really say that I’ve been “working hard all morning” either. I’ve got another hour at the desk in the afternoon at 3pm. I’m praying it’ll be a quiet hour so that I can finish the teen volunteer schedule at least.

 

I would also really love it if I could do the blog too. I think I may set the goal to finish it by this afternoon so I can email to get approved. It doesn't have to be posted today. I can set it to post when I come to work on Saturday, if it’s been approved by then. The sooner I send it over, the sooner it can get approved and I’d really like to have it approved by Sunday at the lastest so that I can schedule it to post Monday morning. The way my access to the blog posting stuff works is that I have to schedule my post to “publish” and it never lets me schedule the post to publish the same day that I’ve made the post. Part of me wants to make a placeholder, but then I’d have to make sure that I didn’t miss the window for pushing the date/time back if it hadn’t been approved or I needed to make edits for some other reason. It’s best, probably, to leave it alone until it’s written and approved, but I’m often looking for a better way to do things.

 

Although the thing I’m really thinking about right now is closing my eyes and resting my head for a few minutes. I wouldn’t have long at but I wonder if it still might help. I’m dragging so hard now. I got a few minutes between getting back from Yoga this morning and leaving for work, but it wasn’t long and the benefits have since worn off. I’m soooooo tired. I have had a lot of caffeine already too. Eh, I only have a little while left of my break and I think I’d end up making it harder for me to go to the desk at three if I’m groggy/hungover from my attempted ten or fifteen minute “nap” where I close my heads and lay my head on my table like seven up.

 

Why is that game called seven up? Dammit, now I have something else to look up, but I’ll have to do that later. I need to finish eating.

Ugh, Too Tired

The family left around 9 and then I had to change into my pajamas and decompress a bit. I still wanted to write, I really did. I wanted to work on my statement of purpose more and while  I have worked on it a little, mostly in the editing sense rather than the writing sense, I keep finding I’m mostly just staring off and drifting. My attention span is fried and I’m so tired, I can barely string a proper thought together.

 

Sidenote: Zoe Saldana with an eyebrow piercing is fucking hot. I mean she’s hot no matter what, but the eyebrow piercing is sexy.

 

It’s another one of those listing things like an unanchored boat.

 

God, I’m too tired to do this which is so frustrating. I mean, it’s not an unreasonable situation considering how hard I’ve been working most days. I did work hard for five out of the 9 hours I was at work today. We were slammed. At one point, the person who was working the desk with me at the time walked away to go to the bathroom and as soon as she did I had three customers come and two people called. There was just not much of anything I could do, but I juggled as well as I could until she came back.

 

It’s so annoying. I just wanted to spend a little time on the desk working on my own shit--even if it was my work-related shit--but no. No time for that. Ugh. I have to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to write a little more than I can right now since (I expect) I won’t be totally comatose like I feel right now.

Ugh, fingers crossed.