A quiet day has fallen upon us. Workload is significantly smaller today but for some reason that makes the situation worse. Time is relative, but this seems more like a distant cousin hitting on you kind of awkward. You take care of things, turn around and there it is. That silent treatment with small winks making just a few seconds last about an indefinite year. Times just crawls to a halt as you try to question your own existence in those short moments, while staring out into the distance where it is safer. It makes you wish you had work to do, as time would fly by much faster, but nope, there she is still standing while trying to act cute. She is cute, free time is a beautiful thing yet you feel so awkward being in that situation that your mind has a hard time understanding what exactly is happening. It is a deadly circle until the sweet release when that unnaturally large pile returns. No, wait I take it back! Not that gigantic of a pile! Oh, me and my big mouth, or would it be typing fingers? I am never sure about these things.
Yeah, got stuck with a gigantic workload once again and I am not too pleased with it. Kind of miss that strange situation from before all of a sudden. Is this what they call a “coming to appreciate what you once had” situation? If it is, I wish it wasn’t this annoying. Amazing that half of the papers on my desk only require my signature, but about 20% was described as being of utmost importance, another 25% being quite essential for a client and the rest is just busy paperwork. It would not be as bad if he didn’t just mix them all together so I have absolutely no idea what is what. A pile of every possible horror that is imaginable to employee and employer. Only the bravest survive the fight through each layer of wickedness. Please kill me now so I don’t even have to think about tackling it.