My day at work today went a little something like this:

- Get in twenty minutes early due to catching the early bus.

- Be told not a lot is going on. Go over schedule for the next two weeks.

- Log onto computer.

- Read email.

- Read blogs.

- Read Entertainment Weekly’s Popwatch Blog

- Read Gawker

- Read my newest obsession, 23/6

- Have a twenty minute phone conversation with my sister.

- Meet boss downstairs to take some boxes across town.

- Learn that there are two many boxes to fit in a cab.

- Realize have been doing nothing for two hours waiting to accomplish a task that is not accomplish-able.

- Told to go to the other theater to pick up other (small pre-postaged) boxes and take them to the post-office.

- Walk to other theater in obnoxious mist that makes umbrella users look stupid but that leaves you kind of wet without an umbrella.

- Stop at Starbucks to reward self for getting this far through this boring of a day.

- Walk out of Starbucks with Gingersnap Latte into POURING RAIN. Suddenly, miss obnoxious mist as jean bottoms become so soaked that pants start falling off.

- Get to other theater and learn that boxes are actually large and not pre-postaged.

- Walk with first large box through still pouring rain several blocks, trying to balance said box with one arm as the other arm is simultaneously trying to cover both body and large leather purse from said pouring rain with umbrella.

- Finally get to post office soaking wet, only to have post-office worker ask if box has liquids or hazardess materials in it. Not knowing, reply “I don’t..uh…think so.”

- Worry post office worker thinks box contains anthrax or other bioweapons.

- Smile awkwardly to ward off suspicion.

- Walk back to theater massaging throbbing arm that held up box single-handedly (or armedly?) for several blocks despite lacking anything resembling arm strength.

- Take second, awkwardly long and skinny, box from the theater and begin second journey to the post-office, fearing a second awkward encounter with suspicious workers.

- Finally get to post office a second time, even more soaking wet, pants seriously FALLING OFF, pull on door handle and almost fall backwards as it is locked.

- Realize in time it took to walk to theater and back, post office has closed.

- Curse loudly to self.

- Walk back to theater, now angrily balancing leather bag, awkward box, pink umbrella, and too big pants, wishing Starbucks had not been hastily thrown away in anger as Gingersnap Latte still had some cheering up powers left in it.

- Climb three flights of stairs with all baggage in tow to find office locked.

- Curse loudly enough to fear kids in education department class next door heard.

- Ask theater manager to open office.

- Get into office and immediately write angry blog post.

- (Presumably) Will wait around for another hour and a half before passing out pay checks and walking home.

Today, I am extremely happy I wasn’t offered that full-time job. Extremely happy. Because to quote Jim Halpert, “Right now, this is a job. If I advance any further, this would be my career, and if this were my career…I’d have to throw myself in front of a train.”