Let's face it: my job, trying as it may be, definitely does not require a solid 8 hours a day. In fact, I would put money on it that I probably only do about 3 hours of work total a day. Now, this of course doesn't apply to every day and I really do enjoy those days when I work a full day's work (makes the time go by so much faster), but for the most part I don't work all that much. So what do I do to fill my time? I'm glad you asked! Unless you didn't, then I'm just glad to share.
G-Chatting (is that what it's called?)
Yes, I join the millions of workers who, each day, take part in chatting online while they're supposed to be working. But honestly, when am I going to get to talk to friends who I never see? After work? On the phone? Yeah right! I think it's totally better to talk during the day while I'm being paid. Now friends, if you'd like to pay me to sit on the computer at night after sitting on it for 9 hours a day go for it. My rate is $13.00 per hour.
I seriously could look at this website for hours - and usually do! I'm sure my friend Emilie gets a little tired of me sending her various cards that happen to go along with whatever conversation we're currently having, but that's what happens when I'm bored at work. You get a random e-card.
White Girl Problems
I discovered this on Twitter over spring break and was so irritated that I didn't discover this while in the office! Let me tell you... HA-LARIOUS!
I miss you, unless you miss me, in which case I'm over you and into me being me. #whitegirlproblems
Googling Harry Potter videos and posting them on my sister's Facebook wall
Sorry Danielle, but you know you secretly love me doing this.
Ah yes... wikiquote... I could spend a good day reading quotes from shows such as Angel, Buffy, Scrubs, Dawson's Creek... and often do.
Updating Facebook status with Wikiquote.com quotes
Yeah... it's pretty obvious when I'm on wikiquote. Every 20 minutes I have to post a new quote.
Writing my book
Actually... it's finish! Here is a small section from it. Which will probably be changed a hundred times before the month is over because I've totally freaked myself out about it. But for now, enjoy!
Georgie managed to slip away from Harrison and snuck out onto the courtyard. Several couples were outside, some kissing while others simply standing and talking. Her feet were killing her as she sat down and pulled off her sandals. “Too much fun with the dancing king?” she heard a voice ask. She glanced up and saw Edmund walking towards her. “Fun isn’t exactly the word I would use,” Georgie said sarcastically. “Harrison seems to be into you though. I think just about every girl here would give anything to trade places with you,” Edmund said. “They can have him and his wandering hands,” Georgie muttered. She glanced up at Edmund and saw his lips draw together angrily. “I saw that. His hands seemed to be everywhere except where they shouldn’t be,” he said. “Kristina seems to be having fun with you,” Georgie commented. “Yeah, I think she is,” Edmund agreed before sighing. “I just wish I could say the same.” “You’re not having fun?” Georgie asked, her heart leaping slightly with joy. “I only asked Kristina to go with me to make you jealous.” Georgie stared at him wide eyed before relaxing into a small smile. “Well, it worked,” she admitted. She felt Edmund run his finger over her hand, tiny shivers running up her arm as he did. “Why did you come with Harrison?” Edmund asked quietly. Georgie glanced up and caught his eyes, the look in them indescribable. She nearly lost capability to speak much less think about why she had agreed to go with Harrison. A million excuses came to her mind, a million reasons she thought she should tell him, but only one truth. “Because you didn’t ask me,” she said softly. Edmund smiled and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “My first mistake,” he whispered as he closed the distance between them, his lips pressing against hers. Georgie’s heart beat excitedly as she kissed him back, her hands winding around his neck and drawing herself closer to him. Edmund pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. He kept his arms around her holding her close as they both sat motionless, breathless from the intensity of their kiss. “I’ve imagined that happening hundreds of times,” Edmund whispered. “Did it live up to your expectations?” Georgie giggled. She felt him move away and kiss the tip of her nose before saying, “It far exceeded them.”
Listening to Glee songs
I'm fairly certain the men in my office don't enjoy this - in other words, I'm sure no one in my office enjoys this. I work with all men in the office. But whatever, right? So I want to listen to Glee? It makes me happy! Although I'm sure singing along and dancing in my seat is probably frowned upon in the corporate world.
Ah, the ultimate waste-of-time! No, I don't REALLY care about your 100+ pictures from your day at the zoo with your kids, but I'm going to look at them. So you've posted a link to an article about cheese being bad for your feet? Do I care? Absolutely not but I'm going to read it. Random fact on your status? I think I'll comment on it.
I don't really play on this one very much anymore, but some days I just get the urge to read a 14 year old's rambling story about Twilight. Then I think "Geez, this girl sucks. She needs a hobby." Although, I'm sure writing fanfiction is her hobby. If so, good for you kid. I hope one day you become a great writer and make me eat my words.
Stack o'bridal magazines/catering magazines
No, I'm not really obsessed with marriage stuff. I just like looking at the pictures. And when you plan events professionally, you have to keep abreast of new trends in stuff. And even though most of the magazines are a few years old, they can still be used, right?
Updating my blog
Yes, this is the ultimate waste of time. Not that my blog and thoughts are a waste of time, but I never actually plan time to work on it. Random thoughts come across my mind while I'm at work and I think "Hey! That needs to be written down!" They usually lead to me wanting to create a blog post.
So there you have it... the things that will probably ensure I never work again. Although right now I think I'm about to start working on one of those hours of work...