Pretty Soon I'll Blow My Nose

I'm straight up at work right now bored out of my mind. I imagine this is as close to an office job as I will ever come. I hope, anyway. I keep on finshing the stuff I'm supposed to do too fast, so I'm just waiting for the next thing to come up. Talk about under-utilized. The movie Office Space has an entirely new level of comedy for me. I'm always thinking about when Peter Gibbons, the main character, describes his day at the efficiency meeting:

Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh - after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.

It's just so much funnier now because, I swear, I came in this morning fifteen or so minutes late and I've been more or less spacing out since then. I can't believe I'm getting paid for this. I wish I had a cubicle. The office is nice, though. I try to break up the boredom by going on little personal errands. I'll think to myself if I can make it through the next fifteen minutes then I'll go and get a drink of water. If I make it to 11:30 I'll check my e-mail. In twenty minutes I'll go the bathroom and wash my hands. It reminds me of my amuesment park days, tricking myself into beliving that if I only had an hour to go until the last hour then it somehow meant less than two hours. Ignorance is bliss.

It's only 11:17? I have nearly six more hours in this insanity factory. Oh! I have work to do! Yay!