Why my job never fails to remind me that I'm still in my 20s.

So since I had the perpetual headache from hell last night, I didn't have a chance to catch up on a post. Now I'm at work, and I find that it's the best place to remind me that I'm still in my 20s, especially at the end of the year when NOBODY is at the office.


Disclaimer: I love my job, promise. I'm also really good at it. But, alas.


So I'm in the office today literally biding time until it seems like an acceptable hour to leave for the day. It's the holidays, so all the important people are on vacation or "working from home" for the rest of the year. My day has looked like this so far:


- check blogs
:: spend 5 seconds glancing at emails ::
- mess up my desk to make people think I just stepped away for a second, then run across the street to the mall to finish Christmas shopping
- come back, visit with work friends
:: spend 5 seconds glancing at emails ::
- lunch & more blog checking, plus the usual websites
- spend an hour obsessively planning all things Holiday. Cocktail. Party (now just TWO days away)
:: spend 5 seconds glancing at emails ::
- play mindless internet game
- attempt to sleep at desk and hope nobody disturbs me for a few minutes
- give up on sleep because of paranoia & remember to write blog post


Sooo yeah, productivity & responsibility? Not much for this girl.


There are 15 emails in my inbox right now all waiting for an answer from me, and because my boss is out, I adopt the mentality that none need to be answered. Awesome...and completely immature, but whatever. Until I get a follow up "HEY WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE WHAT ARE YOU DOING," I'm totally going to spend the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to waste another hour then leave. :)


In other news, just some tidbits about the other things I was supposed to mention in a weekend recap type post:


- Holiday. Cocktail. Party. (it shall always be referred to this way from now on). The enormity of it scared the shit out of me over the weekend and riled up quality anxious moments, but I've compiled the world's most obnoxious planning list, and that's keeping me on track. Fingers crossed, most of the big stuff will be done between today and tomorrow so that Thursday, all I have to do is set up, fix the room temperature food & make myself purrrty!
- I cooked for the 'rents on Saturday, and because I'm me, instead of doing something I *know* how to make, I went for it: shrimp & crabmeat ravioli with a roasted red pepper sauce. The food turned out surprisingly good (I was skeptical for a minute), and the parents enjoyed it. But they were so wary at first - I definitely won't be cooking for them again until I have a tried & true, can-make-it-without-a-recipe meal under my belt (one that's fancier than the ones that currently fit into that category). All around, it turned out to be good.


Off to waste another 45 minutes before I re-evaluate whether or not 2:30 is an acceptable time to leave!


Nik