Boring...

I’m so tired of reading books online, hoping friends and family have written new posts on their blogs and surfing the internet for who knows what. Someone once told me that intelligent people never get bored. I don’t believe it.

So, for several hours I’ve been thinking I should write, as it would be therapeutic to my bored self. But, I’m afraid everything I write will be boring, too!

And why am I so bored, you ask?

Well, I took this great job at the University of Utah. I work the front desk in the Art and Art History Department. Theoretically, I get to work with funky, fun, creative people. I get to help students, answer the phone, sort the mail and do anything else that seems to be needed. When I interviewed, the other gals in the office acted like they really needed someone who could multi-task. They also acted like their days were overwhelming, everyone having entirely too much to do – they really needed someone who could work efficiently and could easily handle a job with little down time. So I jumped at the chance. I figured an academic setting would do me good.

Unfortunately, they were talking about their own jobs, and not at all about this position. Apparently, I’m the receptionist. Of course, that’s not how it was marketed or I’d never have taken it. I will the phone to ring.

I’ve taken to reading books online, writing letters to myself, answering any email that comes my way on a weekday in record time and truly appreciating any tidbits of news I can glean from the blogs I read. I look forward every day to the 30 minutes or so, around 2:30 pm, when one of the other girls in the office steps out for lunch. It usually sparks some conversation between the third gal in our office and myself. We happen to be the same age and have similar interests. I don’t know why we don’t chat as much with Jenni here, too, but the atmosphere changes drastically when there are only two.

I guess I probably blow all this out of proportion, but I just need to keep busy! It feels like wasting time, and the minutes go by so incredibly slowly. Every once in a while I am assigned some bigger project, or there is a day here or there where students come by constantly with questions or needs, but those fly by so quickly. I’d guess that’s only one day a week. The rest of the week I do about 2 hours of work during an 8 hour day.

The people I talk to around here tell me I should just get another job. I guess that seems sensible in some ways, but they didn’t just go through the whole crazy job search thing a month ago! They probably also don’t have the crazy, yet fierce sense of loyalty I do. I don’t know why, but I despise quitting things.

So, if you write me an email any time between 8 am and 5 pm, don’t be alarmed if you get a quick response. If you write to me any other time, don’t expect to get a response until I’m back at work, willing the phone to ring.