Jon E. H. Burton

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A better looking version of me, with the same level of consciousness.

A better looking version of me, with the same level of consciousness.

Trapped Inside an Office

November 13, 2016 by Jon E. H. Burton in Personal Essay/CNF

I spent my Saturday working at an office that wasn’t mine. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t an adventure, but it wasn’t boring. I’m here to supervise and perform tests. In the total nine hours I spent there, my job called for only a few hours of work. The time in between was spent keeping myself busy.

  • I started off my day at 7:30, arriving before anyone else that could let me in. I sat in my car and contemplated how long a human could survive before freezing to death.
  • Once inside, after my test was started, I made coffee.
  • Scratch that, I made hot chocolate. Damn. I thought the Starbucks K-Cup was for coffee. It was hot chocolate.
  • I found the coffee. Much better than what we have at my office.
  • The WiFi password I was given did not work. IT reset the guest password at midnight and didn’t write it down.
  • Tried to watch the TV here, but couldn’t find the remote. The TV played an endless slide show of “Tech Tips” like “Make sure you never tell anyone your password”. Thanks.
  • Second cup of coffee. Still no WiFi.
  • Got a call from the gentleman who let me in with the WiFi password. The gods smile on me.
  • Worked on a story for next month.
  • Wrote three blog posts, deleted one, posted one, leaving one in drafts forever.
  • Read way too many opinion pieces on the American election. I am super-informed.
  • Read instructions on how to do Astral Projection.
  • Tried Astral Projection.
  • Failed.
  • Worked on my novel, listed to an audiobook; not at the same time.
  • Lifted water jugs in lieu of going to the gym later.
  • Tried to nap on a couch that was too small. The only thing that fell asleep was my legs.
  • Tried to walk it off but fell down.
  • When my work finally finished, I left. I was there at the office as the sun came up, and I left as it was going down. I drank a bottle of wine that night to celebrate.

How’d you spend your weekend?

November 13, 2016 /Jon E. H. Burton
Personal Essay/CNF
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