Despondency

In less than two weeks time I leave for Japan for my holiday. It’s kinda hard to believe it snuck up so quickly.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to focus upon my job at hand, due to the excitement surrounding the trip. Also, upon my return I won’t be sitting in this building anymore – moving to another location to resume my duties.

Thankfully I will be away from my high-school ex girlfriend who resides upon the same floor of my building. Awkward? Oh yeah… especially if you consider the nasty things I said to her way back when… that she’s obviously still not fully accepting. Oh well. I did say some despicable things about her.

This post is a bit everywhere, so a common theme will be missing.

Dear clients, please refrain from attempting to use jargon relative to telecommunications. You only confuse yourself, and when I do what you ask (assuming you know what you’re talking about) I end up doing something that is totally fucking opposite to what you wanted. DO NOT USE JARGON THAT YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK MEANS!!!

Dear blonde girl that keeps walking past my desk, eyeing me off. Make sure your boyfriend doesn’t catch you looking at people like that. He looks like the jealous type. Sure, there’s no harm in appreciating views but YOUR BOYFRIEND WILL PROBABLY FUCKING SNAP IF HE EVEN THINKS SOMEONE IS CONTEMPLATING IDEAS ABOUT LOOKING IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION!!!

I made the mistake of walking past Adelaide Uni’s Orientation week festivities today. Personally, I just wanted to head off down the river Torrens for a quiet walk.

Everyone looks so freaking young, it disturbs me.

I’m only 27 years old, but this feeling of being “past it” seems to permeate through my thoughts.

As I walked along the river, I spied many people laying down underneath trees, reading books, chatting with friends or quietly scribbling down ideas, answers and other miscellaneous pieces of text.

I look up and see the Riverside building looming in the distance, almost foreboding, like a monument to my current despondency with my work. It’s not like I don’t feel appreciated… I do. It’s not like I am no good at my work… I am. It’s not like I hate the people I work with… hate is a strong word.

I just don’t fucking care about the job.

I see these people laying in the shade, and I feel nothing but envy. The group of emos that gather in a circle and chat comfortably is something I admire, despite my belief that their continued existence is incongruous to their “sometimes better dead” philosophies.

Solution?

Get off MY FUCKING ARSE AND FINISH THIS NOVEL!!!!!