Doing nothing

I'd first like to thank Holly for inviting me to contribute. I hope you don't regret it.

I like leisure time. I like to sit and enjoy the quiet and do nothing. I like a good afternoon nap. Sometimes I like to just waste my time with anything that will occupy it. I like to do nothing. But when there is nothing to do, no work to be done at work while at the same time there are tons of things I could be getting done at home--I don't like that.

So there I was at work last week: my desk was tidy, the mail was in everybody's box, nearly everyone was gone, and I had nothing to do. On occasion a small break is nice. I like to read my book and get involved in the story. But I had just finished my book the night before. I had read both newspapers (though not American Banker). I had read the magazine on my desk--at least all that I cared to read in it. I had already checked both email accounts AND facebook. I was bored. In despair--or something related to it--I put my head on my desk. A nap would be wonderful, I thought to myself. Then, hearing footsteps in the hall, I hurriedly raised my head to see a co-worker return for the afternoon. I was a little embarrassed, being caught trying to sleep on the job. What a relief when he spoke, "Go home! There's nothing to do here, anyway." So I did.