Thursday, 8 February 2007

The definition of hell

This is it. Today at least. My definition of hell.

A completely silent workplace.

No absolutely pressing tasks.

An astoundingly acute attack of ennui.

Being forced, by means outside my control, to stay for at least another hour.

A sock in my bag I could work on a little bit but you know what? If I do, someone is bound to catch me. It would just work out that way. I know it.

Just because I sit in a corner where there is no one else here today, at the far end of the floor, where NO ONE can see me unless they walk around my divider, doesn't mean I should take the risk of knitting at work.

Just a few rows though?

Maybe a stitch or two?

Nope. This is truly hell.