Monday, July 25, 2005

I have a confession

no, it's not dirty or anything, it's actually uber-lame, like exxxtreme lame. Wanna hear it? Don't make fun of me for this, or I'm never going to share anything again.

Here it is - I miss working. I miss having a job.

There it is.

And it's not just the paycheck that I miss, or the pilfered office products, or the (completely untrue) rumors swirling about me and my super cute work boyfriend, all of which, don't get me wrong, were cool, but I miss so much more - I miss having a reason to get up before 10AM, I miss stumbling out to start the coffee and then fixing my hair and doing my makeup and picking out an outfit and deciding on shoes and a necklace and maybe, if I was feeling daring, a pair of earrings. I miss dropping off my kid and then jamming to the chosed cd on the way to work. I miss having a decent internet connection (anyone on my buddy list is all too familiar with the fact that my wireless internet connection blows goats - and just try downloading porn when the internet is blinking on and off), I miss having something to do during the day, I miss having other people to speak to, I miss that interaction with other people, people I don't see 24 hours a day.

I know I'm insane to want to go back to a set of gray cubicle walls, but I kind of miss Corporate America - and that makes me hate myself a little bit. (hence the blogging at 1:30AM - check the timestamp)