I utter a heavy sigh as I realize it is not even 3pm. My heart feels sad, that I have to endure another three hours of work. If I really did have work to do that would be fine. I have gone through all my call sheets and now I am merely wasting time. If only my back didn't hurt so much.
Miss Arkansas and Mr Long Island are here but that doesnt mean that I am still not bored because I am. I have sent emails and what not but still I have ONE HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES left before works ends on this wonderful Monday ( I do hope you sensed my sarcasm). Why is it that the weekend slips away so quickly and the work days seems to drag on like nobody's business?
Is it because I am not working in a field that I am passionate about? Or simply because time resting and being with people you love is far more important? I'm quite different from my husband, he loves working and I love lazing about. If there was a job in the world that entitled me to just read and rest I would so do it.
I guess I have to be patient, and hope that time will go by faster. Ok I was going to write a nice post about Twelfth night but i decided to nag and rant and complain. Why? Because it suits my mood right now. Ugh Why can't work be fun? Why can't I be a Queen?
Aside from my bitterness at work, the wifey got married to her Mr. Right yesterday. I welome her into the club of wives. Being married is a wonderful thing, I will not spurt out advices and start giving out sermons on marriage.
I have about an hour left of work to do. Which means I will be bored for another hour.
"It is very strange that the years teach us patience - that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting." Elizabeth Taylor
Posted by Belladonna at 11:16 PM
