Alone at Work

I've spent almost all 40 hours of work this week completely and totally by my lonesome.  Sounds fantastic right?  Wrong.

J-Man can tell you, I get all depressed-like when I'm alone this much.  And when he gets home I'm so starved of conversation and attention and interaction that I want to just go, go, go.  J-Man, on the other hand, spends his days gabbing on the phone all day being convincing and suave so he'd much rather kick back and watch tv, eat, and relax.

Not only that, but it's a little bit of a trial to stay focused here at work.  Obviously I break to write often, no matter who's in the office, but when I'm alone there are a lot of breaks.  For instance, Lingo is back on gsn.com.  Productivity out the window.  (Today I'm the 54th best player in the daily ranks - booyah!).

Someone once quoted famously something about character being who you are when no one is looking.  On a day like today, where I've done the mandatory emailing and otherwise daydreamed and facebook-stalked, I worry.  I'm a good person, yeah?  I think so.

Oh, and here's the other problem with solo days.  I don't eat.  Not in a "I forgot to eat" sort of way.  I know hearing that makes other people mad.  It's not that I forgot.  I'm sitting here incredibly hungry.  So hungry that I might be getting the mungries.  But...I'm really bad at choosing.  And there are so many choices and no one else to tell me what they have a taste for.  I think I even have it down to Five Guys or sushi.  I just need to choose.  And stand up and go somewhere.  And pay.  And come back and eat.  That will definitely help with this sluggish, solo, sadness that's going on right about now.

The sun is out.  It's Friday.  The world is good.  And if I ever get rich I'm going to hire someone to make me delicious meals all the time so that I don't forget all these things in my hunger blues.

Now, to force myself out of my chair and into the streets.  For sushi.

No, for Five Guys

Or, no, sushi.

Uh oh, here we go again.