Train of Thought

I always thought working from home would be the ideal job. That was of course, until, I found a job working from home.

Accounting must be the, and I mean the most boring job there is. The job I've acquired is nothing but copying and calculating. Distractions are always needed, and found. The typical day looks something like...

Alarm.

Mmm, 10 more minutes.


~1 to 2 hours later


Coffee... breakfast... ah I should really sit and work... oh, Let's Make a Deal is on!


After much convincing and arguing with myself to get off the couch, I make my way over to the table to pull papers out, and work.

This happened this day, this purchase that day. Calculating, calculating... I should go to the bathroom.


My face really needs some lotion... I don't take care of my skin...


Heading to my room, I notice undone laundry.

I should have laundry going while I work, that sounds productive...


I scoop all the various clothing items, notice the unmade bed, and make it. Gather the laundry and bring it to the basement. I drag myself back to the table, and notice Twitter updates alerting me from my phone. I am without the willpower to not check them.


Oh, I love Steve Carell. I should put a movie on while I work.


I head to the television and turn it on. SVU marathon is on all day.


I love SVU.


I leave the channel and head back to the table, staring at the television from across the room.

What happened to her? Who's that?


You can't watch only a piece of a Law and Order episode. I'm glued.

Okay, focus. I sip my coffee. It's cold. Irritated I don't care, I continue to work. Then hesitate...


I would work better if my coffee was better...

I woke up too late, brew a new pot of coffee. Head back to the table and realize I never put lotion on my face. I sigh, heavily, like I do too often. Rub my eyes and yawn. I get a text.

"What're you doing today?"

I laugh to myself.

"Working." I reply.

"You should come hang out with me, instead."

I consider it. I am accomplishing nothing. No, no. I need to get this stuff done. I just need to focus. I've only been sitting here an hour! If that! The almost empty sheet I've been 'working' on mocks me.

"I can't, I need to work."

The washing machine beeps, the cat cries to go out, my phone starts ringing, the coffee maker finishes brewing, and my favorite character gets shot.

I really need a new job.