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Yessss Masssssterr.

I think I may the only woman in the world who reads Louis L’Amour books. Yep, I refuse to read sci-fi and fantasy, but I read b-grade westerns. Hypocrisy? Yep, probably. Do I care? No.

I can read the average Louis L’Amour book in an hour. This makes it convenient for me to carry one around and read it when I’m bored. I find myself bored often. I am not really all that easily amused.

Today, I read 2 Louis L’Amour books and The Outsiders by Robert Carson. It was about 850 pages of reading. I did this while running monotonous testing for someone else. Sometimes, you have to suck it up and do the shit jobs so everything can get done. I accept that and I don’t care. But, these monotonous jobs are boring, thus, the books.

I was on my feet solid from 7:30am to about 2pm doing these tests and reading. Yeah, maybe that sounds like I’m whining (or maybe even bragging a little), but days like these make me feel a combination of incredibly unproductive and productive. I know I did a lot, but it feels like I did nothing.

This week has sucked a lot.

A lot.

More than I really want to talk about.

This was pretty much the high point of my week. Reading while running these tests. This should not have been the high point of my week. Seriously. Let me explain why in a list.

  1. I was on my feet all day.
  2. There was nothing but non-stop X-Mas music in that lab.
  3. People pestered me while I was doing this task.
  4. The douchbag whom I have the most trouble withy controls the lab I was in.
  5. The task turned out to be worthless by the time I finished it.

As you can see, this should not have been the high point of my week. I find it incredibly daunting that it was.

Next week will be fan-fucking-tastic.

I can’t ell already.

Luckily I have a stack of Louis L’Amour books. The soccer season needs to start again. I need the release of stress. I think I may do some serious weight lifting tonight. Might, if the stress knots in my back release themselves. I feel like Igor.

Posted by Utopia at December 8, 2006 03:19 PM

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