rained out.

Every week so far at work has surprisingly come and gone extremely quickly. It's always friday before i know it. Which is absolutely great because my job isn't in itself anything truly exciting. I don't mind really mind the stuff that i have to do but i probably wouldn't be doing it were i not getting paid for it. So the question arises, if I am not overly enjoying myself at work, then why does the time fly? I have finally confirmed my hypothesis today.

Time passes faster for me when i'm looking forward to something. Or even if it doesn't pass faster, at least every moment of something that I'm doing is taking me just that little bit closer to whatever I'm looking forward to. For example, if someone asked me to copy and paste cells from one Excel spreadsheet to another for 8 hours in a day (yes this was actually asked of me), even though repeatedly going through the same steps (click, drag, ctrl+c, click, ctrl+v; rinse, lather, repeat) is incredibly monotonous and not surprisingly has a tranquilizing effect on me, at least every time i repeat that process, the party i'm looking forward to is a couple of seconds closer.

Today, what was helping me through the day was my soccer game. I know, it's nothing all that exciting, it's just a game, blah blah. But sports excite me for some reason, not to mention that watching the world cup games has made me feel as if i'm soccer's superman.

BUT. My excitement was quickly removed when i received an email notice saying that the game for today had been canceled because of the rain. It was barely even coming down today, and the field that i play on is almost never serviced so it's very unlikely the organizers were concerned about the wellbeing of the grass. I'm willing to bet this was a result of the Greek referee sitting on his couch and lamenting the loss of his band of brothers. No one is to disturb him when he's weeping.

All of a sudden, with nothing to look forward to, those measly two hours until the end of the day were not so measly anymore. They were now towering giants barring me from my freedom. It reminded me of nearly every episode of Yu-gi-oh. One second you have something tiny and harmless, next he calls on the power of his Millenium Puzzle which launches him from preschool striaght through the awkward teenage pubescent years and into booming-voiced late adolescence all in a matter of a few spinning scenes with shiny lights. Today someone Millenium Puzzle'd my working hours.

For some reason the end of my day just wouldn't end now because i had been robbed of excitement. I didn't do anything differently in my work, in fact i looked at the clock less often, but every minute had been painstakingly doubled. Eventually though i found a method to cope. I've become pretty decent at Spider Solitaire today...