Monday is Columbus Day, a holiday for the Feds, so it’s gonna be quiet here. I realize that I’ve been writing a lot about my job recently. I think it’s because I’ve never had a job like it really. Every job I’ve ever had has involved constant work, or at least constant motion. At the coffeehouse of course I was on my feet all day long, either making coffee or moving around. As a research interviewer I spent a lot of time riding the bus, but except for doing a little paperwork it was all pretty much walking around neighborhoods. Even as a phone interviewer there wasn’t any downtown except for actual breaks.

But here I sit at a desk. When an order comes in, I do some typing, printing, I go over the copier and the fax machine, I put all the paperwork in baskets here and there all over the office. And when there are no orders, I just sit at a desk. So I can type something, make lists, furtively surf the web. The day passes. I know that eventually, as everyone has been warning, the novelty of this will wear off and I’ll be left with ennui just like the rest of my ‘cubeworker’ friends. I give it about a year.

That’s fine. I can save up a little money, put work into my book and writing, whatever. Find some ways to spend the new paycheck. But, like my friend Ryan, I don’t want to get complacent at this job. It’s good for now, and that’s the point. Well, I don’t really see how I could get too complacent here.

I’m not sure what’s going on this weekend. Sunday night Andy & I are seeing a film at the festival called “Sex Is Comedy.” Andy is going to a quasi-housewarming tonight. I have a lot of stuff to do on the book. Papering the city’s coffeehouses and hip gathering places with postcards for the release party. Dealing with the box labels. PayPal. Website. Cardboard glue.

Boy, this weekend calls for some 420.