Lazing Around

I woke up to the gentle tip-tapping of the rain. So this is summer? My first thoughts were of how ironic it is that I just had my car washed the day before after almost a month of dirt, grime and mud latching on to every inch of the body. Rats, sixty bucks wasted.

The bitter taste of black coffee only added to my misery. I was supposed to be at the office by 9:30, which is already over an hour later than the actual start of business. The clock read 9:00. Should I call in sick? Maybe fake a client call? Of course not, nobody in the office would believe me anyway, so why bother?

I drove to work listening to the counting crows... was hoping to listen to jennifer love hewitt but didn't get a copy from rj yet. Pretty uneventful drive, it was raining so got my first taste of nicotine at petron along slex. Was late already anyway... 30 more minutes couldn't hurt.

Got the usual cheers at the office, they love it when i'm late. Specially my boss who I think is plotting a line chart of the hours that i come to the office late. Work piled up on my desk, decided on a quick 20 minute cigarette break, it was 11:30am.

Made doodles of a signature for an hour after lunch. My mind isn't working. Decided to get out of the office, had to visit a client that afternoon anyway so left earlier. Got to my client and chatted him up for a couple of hours, then went window shopping for a pair of sanuk.

Got back to the office a shade after 4:30. Saw my boss walking out the door... almost saw the bubble above her head (where the heck has he been all day?) I tried my best to hide a grin...

So guess where I am now? Back at the gas station, sipping already cold coffee and smoking, smoking, smoking some more. I hope the traffic's bad... really bad. So that I can find relief for a whole day of doing nothing.