*shrug*I walked to work this morning. A cement mixer and a pickup truck were blocking the driveway out of my building's parking lot. They're replacing the front stoop. I guess it was a bit crooked or something. I probably could have asked them to move the pickup truck. My landlord was overseeing the process, and he's a nice guy. I figured instead I just wouldn't bother them. It's a nice day (although twenty minutes hiking under an unrelentingly sunny, August sky is a bit much). I'm just glad nobody really cares I if I get into work late. I'm feeling a bit left out at work right now. There are crises breaking out all over the place and I'm not involved. This would be a blessing, you'd think, and I suppose it is. But I've had this fear (insecure paranoia, really) that I'm not being very useful. I'm also a bit bored. The stuff I'm working on isn't at all exciting and I'm not going to get any glory or praise when I'm done. Oh well, even all that doesn't trouble me too much. I'm just trying to reason out the feeling. comments:This post is archived. Comments are disabled. Feel free to send me email if you have something to say. | |
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