I pretend to have an "office" and "coworkers" because sometimes as I think to myself how I lack these things, my heart swells with panic (as in: Gosh, how is my work different from unemployment??) I have in my life had a more-readily-recognizable-as-a-job job and therefore I know what it's like in an "office" with "coworkers" and especially what you tell your sweetie at the end of the day with regards to "how was work, sugar lips?"
You think of the most exciting thing that happened that day. For me, it used to be stuff like, "I helped Alice fix the copy machine!" Or, "we went to cover a car fire!" (Some of my former jobs could be pretty interesting.)
Today it was: I remembered that a book just came out on the Weimar Republic. When I remembered this, I was at my "office" which is a desk in a library. I rushed to look--did the library already have this new book?? My dissertation is also on the Weimar Republic--!! What if the new book had scooped my dissertation?? Heart-pounding search for the book. Quick, consult in-library map of book stacks!
Yes, I found it--20 minutes of edge-of-seat consultation of book's index on things like "lesbian" (one mention) and "prostitution" (one mention)...Whew, the book doesn't scoop my dissertation.
Then I got sort of peeved. How could the dude write a whole book and not mention the stuff that's in my dissertation? Aren't my dissertation people important? They are! Dammit.
That is the kind of stuff that happens at work. It's no car on fire, let me tell you. I may not tell sugar lips about this one, I don't want to spend my boredom capital with her unnecessarily.
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Today, I told Timolini the story of how I found my vagina. I betcha he's gonna tell his sugar lips something interesting tonight.
You should explore the P'ton Library. I've heard it has secret rooms. That could be exciting.
I think that's my car. I hope I wasn't in there...
What secret rooms? No, that is not your car.
I believe that Princeton was modeled on the board game Clue. Every room has secret passageways leading to somewhere else. You should start by looking around in that weird outhouse thing in your backyard.
Wow, you are right! There is a tunnel from our weird studio building right into the president's living room!
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