Bored now.

My earl grey smells good. Better than the swill I've been drinking all morning. Company's own blend of coffee. It's better than Folger's or *shudder* Maxwell House, but still tastes like ass. Not that I know what ass really tastes like. The earl grey is Twining's, plain old tea bag. I have a tea pot at home that I could bring to work, but I never will bring it. It just sits in a corner by my sidetable, covered in a light layer of dust and atop another book on grammar that I'll never look at. They're both forever waiting to be taken to work, never making it. So it's tea bags. That's okay. Twining's is good.

It's lunch time and I'm burning time at the computer. Supposed to clock back in ten minutes from now. I contemplate going home, but I know that it's not going to happen. We're busy. Been that way for two weeks now. And last thing I need to do is let the team down. We're so soaking in team mentality here. Get a little guilt trip when I decide not to work. As if my teeny portion of work is somehow going to be all that important in the scheme of things. I'm not the only one that feels this way. My coworkers have mentioned feeling a little guilty too. We skip out on work all the same from time to time. It's the way it goes...

Mr. Smokes, my boss, is on vacation. Not going to SXSW surprisingly, but two of my other coworkers are. I'm not into that. South By is a big tourist trap. Lots of good bands play, but the experience is sullied by the throngs of out-of-towners looking to get drunk fast and party for an entire week. Kinda like the mockery that Bourbon Street has become in New Orleans. Where'd the soul go? It's all beads and plastic test tubes filled with brightly colored sugar liquors.

4 minutes 'til. Tea has steeped and it tastes good. Slight taste of bergamot oil. Nicely strong.

Tonight I think I will go grocery shopping. Going to a potluck on Friday for St. Patty's. I'm bringing the colcannon. And booze. Should I go dark or light? Guinness or Boddington's? Fuck it. I'll get both.

Time to log in. *sigh*