So...Boring...Day...Won't...End

This has been an exceedingly long day, one that started far too early (at around 3 AM when a noisy bit of A/C equipment outside one of the buildings started making some noise that indicates that it need some attention), and had been moving far too slowly.
So far I’ve read all of the comics I bought on Wednesday (only three of the comics I bought were actually new to me), and read all of the stuff I read in the newsgroups.
I even downloaded and watched another MST3K episode featuring an Ed Wood movie (The Sinister Urge – it was dreadful). I even followed an online Photoshop tutorial and made a stupid picture, which I sent to Brian just to make him laugh and tell me that I’m a retard.
Oh, and thanks to the organizational changes, I’m sitting at the desk all by myself.
It’s a very big desk to be sitting at alone (At one time there were six of us sitting here. I am now the cheese, though I sit alone, rather than stand.), and given that you’re sitting with your back to all the other desks, it makes you feel extremely isolated and vulnerable.
And there are people who don’t understand something about the concept of “It’s fucking Saturday, so leave me the fuck alone,” and so I’ve been periodically bothered by phone calls and IMs.
The most annoying thing, though, is that most of the calls aren’t for me, but rather for Scott and Simon, so I have to keep transferring calls in to where they’re sitting, which annoys me. If you’re going to separate us, give us separate numbers, or make some other arrangements with dealing for the fact that people are calling to talk to people who are not sitting where the phones are ringing.
*Sigh*
When I got up this morning – I just stayed up after the noise woke me, as I couldn’t get back to sleep – I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was doing the whole Buster Poindexter thing that indicates that it’s time to get a haircut.
In fact, it’s been a little too shaggy for a while now. I’m surprised that Kathleen didn’t give me one of her less than subtle hints that I should get a haircut the last time I saw her.
I’ve got a feeling that if I keep writing this, it’s just going to be an endless screed about how bored I am, so I suppose I should spare you all and bring the entry to an end so that it doesn’t become as endless as this day.