It's bad enough when the president of your company drops in from New York to 'check on things', but it's quite another thing when he sits at a desk less than 5 feet away from you. Not only is his desk less than 5 feet away from me, it is directly behind me. I'll say that again, directly behind me and 5 feet away. At any given moment he can turn around and see exactly what is displayed on my computer screen. BOOM! in his face 140 square inches of my computer screen; my computer screen which at any given moment could be displaying chat windows, non-work related e-mail boxes, and any of the many websites I peruse on a daily basis.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty hard worker. I'm pretty sure that I work much harder than my co-worker and I feel like I'm pretty dedicated to this company. But, in having this desk job, I've come to the point where I almost cannot function without intermittent periods of working and screwing around. For example, I will photoshop then check my hotmail, I will photoshop some more and check craigslist, more photoshoping then checking SignOnSanDiego, more photoshopping and maybe some chatting. You see, I'm always working and working pretty hard, but there are always definite periods of playing as well.

Since my boss has been here I have only had a few select moments in which I can slip in a quick period or two of playing. However, the rest of the time has been spent on crappy unmotivated dry periods of half-assed working. Well, working with intermittent periods of trying not to kill myself: working followed by an unnecessary trip to the water cooler, working followed by a long stare out the window, working followed by strong feelings of wanting to bang my head against the desk . . .

Ugh, I know it's only going to last a few days, but I honestly feel like I'm dying a slow death.


(In case you were wondering, this text was quickly and stealthy copied and pasted from a work e-mail window.)