We are approaching the third solid week where I've had little or nothing to do at work. At first I really enjoyed it. During my tenure here I've put in plenty of overtime, so I felt this was my cosmic due.
Then I felt a bit unsettled. How long can they continue to pay me for doing nothing? And worse, how bitchy and resentful will I be when an assignment finally rolls in and they expect me to (EWW!) work?
This week I've moved on to the third phase of being underutilized: bored. I'm actually pissed that I got up on time this morning to sit here and do nothing. I feel like the ballplayer who demands, "Play me or trade me."
So what have I learned? That if I have to come to this house of horror, I'd rather have something to do once I arrive.
Tomorrow we have a project kick off! Hurray! Work! Of course I'll have to remind everyone to be careful about due dates and scheduling presentations, since my boss did indeed approve my vacation request form for the 20th through the 23rd. When I head out west to (hopefully) see my beloved Greg Maddux and (even better) old what's his name. I'm not telling my coworkers the truth, of course. They have no idea that I'm going to LA to spend two nights with my best friend. Since they all knew him well (after all, he used to work here) I do delight at thinking of their faces. I'm not doing it, though. I may be perverse but I'm not stupid.
