At Work

It's 9:32 a.m. according to my computer and I'm just sitting here at my "desk", a plastic white six foot table put up against the white wall.  I'm kind of tired, kind of not.  It's the morning.  Hopefully I won't get more tired than this, if not I have Pocket Coffee with me, the greatest invention on earth.  Or maybe even have some of that amazing Yerba Mate tea, what makes up in taste makes up with caffeine.

Anyway, this is my last week of work.  I can't believe some people have already left the internship, maybe only being here two months, but it makes me wish I had taken advantage of that and had even left last week.  This place offers nothing for me, let's be honest.  And if I could have another week of just relaxing and packing my stuff for school, I would.  Oh well.  Probably because the other photo intern is on vacation that I'm not leaving just yet.

I don't know how much of this is interesting, but I'm writing anyway.  Writing because I'm bored, writing because I'm dreading editing more photos.  (At least this writing is making me seem busy, right?  RIGHT?)  And writing because I realized that I'm frustrated with friends on facebook who don't respond to your messages.  I KNOW that you saw the stupid notification and read the stupid message.  I even know you're online (thanks news feed), but why aren't you responding?  I'll stop venting now.

Someone please keep me company.