People,

So, I'm all alone at work this week. Now, you would think that this would be fantastic, and I suppose it would be for a lot of people, but not someone with as nervous a temperament as I have.

For instance, last night I told myself that I would be all cool about getting to work. There's no one here to check on me, so I figured I'd sleep in and take my sweet ass time getting here, right? Wrong. I actually woke up earlier than normal because of my anxiety about someone calling at the crack of nine and catching me in my deception.

Ok, so I got here early. Now you'd figure that once I got here, it would be a smooth sailing day of internet porn and catnaps on the boss's couch, right? Wrong. Now I'm worried about catching up on things that I may have neglected in the past couple weeks and am afraid to shut the office door in case I miss a delivery.

I gotta tell ya, all this free time to enjoy myself is just making me ill.