eat my shorts

Robot: So what are you?
Bart: I'm human.
Robot: Ahhh. So you have feelings!
Bart: I said I'm human, not a girl!

:D

time warp

stuck in the office on a friday afternoon with nothing to do (while still having to act busy) is like being stuck in a time warp.
its now 3:54pm
damn, its STILL 3:54pm
it has been 3:54pm for twenty years, for the love of god!
URGH.
cant believe i have to keep a bloody journal about my stint at the company. a journal, i tell you! considering now i do the same repetitive things every single day or otherwise spend my time surfing the net; yeah i can so totally see how my journal would be a fantastic read.

work

my boss has this knack for turning up at my desk at most ill-conceived moments. while i'm updating my resume, while i'm on MSN, while i'm writing a personal email. never does she come when i'm slogging away on those blasted purchase orders. still, i have only myself to blame for the crick in my neck from turning ard suddenly at short intervals, hands poised upon alt+F4. the pulse at my neck jumps whenever i sense movement behind me. just my luck that i end up at a seat in a corner where everyone can see me but i cant see anyone. one day i'm going to get a heart attack from people sneaking up on me. damn those sound-absorbing carpets!!
but, there are peaks. lunch, is wie immer, a highlight. sneaking out for coffee breaks with cynthia. my nice big desk; to organise in any way i want. hot german interns. :D being in a generally german environment. learning new things. a sense of purpose, efficiency, accomplishment. all these i've missed for the past couple of months. oh well. 6.5 weeks more till i leave this "god-forsaken hell-hole" (that was on a particularly bad day).