Well, another work week has ended. With the absolute minimum amount of work.
It's the strangest thing; some people are busy, and my entire tasking for the week has been to attend two meetings. There might be non-personal, political reasons for that, but it doesn't help my self-image in any way.
It's to the point that I spend my time thinking up other things I can do, on top of my site monitoring. For some reason, I haven't felt like writing any fiction in a while, but that might happen.
I feel almost as if I'm wasting my time, you know? Despite the fact that this is all in my favor: they're still paying me the same. I don't know; maybe I should be happy ... It's my right, isn't it, to be happy?
I know, of course it is; it just depends what it is I need, to get there.