Thursday, June 10, 2004
we had hope
My day is split up into fourths. This is not exact, seeing as how I don't work a full 8-hour day (it's more like 7.5-7.75, depending on when I get out in the morning and whether or not I take a bus on top of the train); each fourth is a 2-hour block. Getting through the first 2 blocks, from 9-11 and 11-1, aren't so bad. It's my first countdown. I guess is goes especially fast since I'm never here at 9, so I don't feel an urge to look at the clock until 9:45. That's almost halfway through the first block already.
The third block is always the worst. 1-3. It's like I know I'm halfway done, and waiting should get easier from then on. But it draaags. It's still 4 hours away from going home. Sooo. Looong. And Chance is long gone by then, there isn't much hope for starting a new project.
The last goes by fairly quickly, but again in fourths. the last half hour is brutal. Since no one seems to work full hours anymore, I'm usually the last one around by 4:45 and will sit around staring at the wall (i.e. computer screen, not work-related) until 5 so I can say I was here until 5. Hooray for non-salary payment.
I seem to do any/all random/beautiful thoughts on my way to work in the mornings on the train. I've subsequently written them down on a scrap of paper on my desk, and eventually I'll remember what was going on and post them here. As a reminder to myself:
Park
bird
woman on train
minor keys
turning earring
meltdown
I'm curious as to, after reading that list, what you think each of these could lead to...
3:02 PM
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