So this is working?

I've been posting a lot of "I'm bored"'s on Twitter and Facebook . You may be thinking, "Geez, what a complainer" or "Wow! How lucky" or "Doesn't she have anything better to do?". You would be correct on many or all of those thoughts. Here is how I spent my day:

*On facebook playing Vampire Wars and tending to my Farm Town. I also re-posted some links (that's my favorite).

*Checking my email

*Answering the phone (it rang twice)

*Reading Blogs (a bog shout out to Genius Pending for his list of things he no longer cares about. Dude- you totally stole my idea for today's post!)

*Looking up concerts on pollstar.com

*Looking up places to buy caviar

*Looking up shoes to buy

*Playing Bloodlines on facebook

*Checking in with my myspace account because I kinda forgot I still had one but cannot delete because transferring the pictures would take too long

*Reading "Long Days Journey into Night" (shouldn't reading a play take no longer than watching said play?)

*Talking to my boss

*Talking to residents (I spoke to 2)

*returning emails

*I did do some real work today- I emailed a bunch of prospects. Only one has returned my query.

*Counting down the time til I get to go home, relax for 30 minutes, then leave for a brain storming meeting with Head Mess Misstress .

*Feeling the area where I bit the inside of my mouth. Totally sucks by the way.

Um.....

That's pretty much it. Couldn't be more bored. I'm really just worried, because not being busy directly reflects my paycheck amount. I can't afford to do nothing, but there is nothing I can do to help. It's a conundrum.

How did you pass the time today?

I need a new job. Only a year into this one and I only get out of bed in morning because it's something to do. I finally got the swivel chair I've romanticized for 8 years and now I can't wait to get out of it. It hurts my back and is not as comfortable as I imagined. Add the minimum 5 lbs I've put on from sitting on my ass and snacking because there's nothing better to do. Add the strain it has put on my friendship. Add the sinking feeling that I will never be good enough at this to get promoted so what am I doing anyway.

I'm so "done" when I get home that I don't have the energy to do the things I want to do or would like to do. Either I fall onto the couch in a comatose state or I head out to drink with my friends for fear that staying indoors one second longer will lead me to stab someone with a spoon.

If one more Dove dark chocolate piece reminds me that "happiness is contagious" I will scream and drive my car into the median. Oh wait... I kinda already did that.