Remain in ennui or …

What do you do when you find yourself day in/day out in ennui? 

en·nui

noun \ˌän-ˈwē\

Definition of ENNUI
: a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction : boredom

Examples of ENNUI

  1. <the kind of ennui that comes from having too much time on one’s hands and too little will to find something productive to do>

Origin of ENNUI

French, from Old French enui annoyance, from enuier to vex, from Late Latin inodiare to make loathsome — more at annoy

First Known Use: 1732
May I just say that in the year 2012 – ennui is alive and kicking.
So what do you do when your day is dragging. When your job is lacking that spark to keep you motivated and churning out data, paperwork, research, widgets, whatever?
No seriously – what do you do???
Presently – I’m stuck.  My to-do list for home is larger than it is for the office.
I’ve already asked my assistant if she is doing anything and unfortunately for her – she’s standing at the concession stand on this boat.
I’ve pushed pencils around on papers, I’ve checked emails a gagillion times (I think I busted the “refresh” button) …nothing is coming in!
I’ve posted my resume (yep – I’m going there) to a few more jobs.  With today being St. Joseph’s day (patron saint of workers) I’m hoping it helps.  My day here is extended as my commute is 3 hours from home.
Yes – 3 hours.
Which means 6 hours total a commute each day.
It really does suck.
I’m not the only one though in this insanity.  There are 10 0thers on my train with me working the same hours; commuting the same (if not more) distance to and from work each and every day.
See – we humans thought we were so clever.  Invent more machines to do this or that for you – quicker, faster, etc.
Well – we just clever-ered ourselves right out of localized work.
I have an hour to kill before my daily migration north begins.
I wonder how long I can stretch this one email out?

And so the journey begins

With one stroke of the keys (actually let’s not start off this things with lies…it takes several strokes of the keys to get to this page) I begin my blogging journey.  Now don’t get me pegged as some web virgin…oh no. I have been on Livejournal for YEARS! Alas – it just seemed like private bitching to a bunch of people who “friended” you out of morbid curiosity, sexual interest, or claim to be your friend.

 

Here – anyone can read your thoughts. Anyone who is bored enough to hack through the tangles of the internet (the term ‘surfing the web’ is so out of date…and definitely not realistic. Far too much info aka crap out there for someone to actually skim on the surface of anything!).  Oh a word of caution for those writer/editor types…I am horrible with punctuation, I love extra long sentences and the person who invented the word BREVITY should be shot.  *curtsy*

 

Today…if you have not noticed the date…is Valentine’s Day!

That being said – all of my friends have been ditching work to ensure that they write on all of their friends’ Facebook pages, email notes of love and friendship to those afraid of Big Brother watching and *gasp* have taken pen in hand to quill out a few lines in a card, purchased for $.99 at the local Dollar Tree and popped it in the mail.  These by the way, are usually reserved for the Grandma-types.

 

My sons – Brendan and Malcolm – received a witty image snagged online and plastered on their Wall of their Facebook pages with an oh-so-clever remark about each of them being my favorite son.  *evil sinister laugh*

 

As those of you who know me…which I’m sure none of you do – I’ll explain…I’ve been torturing my sons with the ideals of familial competition.  Basically the “Mom loves ME best” scenario.

Let me tell ya – its a hoot!

I’m not silly enough to do it with every card – that would be predicable! No — I do this every blue-moonber (it’s on the calendar…look it up!). I write in their card “to my favorite son”; they go running to rub it in their twin’s face only to find that …”hey! Mom wrote that in MY card!” *hear me (mom) giggling in the other room*

Well as my sons are now 20 years old and living in their own apartment – I am reduced to making this a very public humiliation!  Oh darn.  *giggling again*

 

For my darling, gorgeous, and loving partner Soul — she however is getting a Valentine’s day Week!  Yup – a little bit o’ something each and every day until this weekend (post paycheck received on the day AFTER Valentine’s day)

This morning she awoke to find the following:

  • a hand written love letter in the bathroom
  • a note on the microwave saying “Look in me”
  • within lay a plate of glazed donuts with a note saying “Eat me + love grows”
  • In the refrigerator was a bottle of V8 Splash with a note on it saying “Drink me + loneliness shrinks”
  • Also to be found was a dozen eggs with HAPPY LOVE DAY spelled out on the eggs.

I would take a picture of these things but it’s 3:37 and I’ve been informed by Soul that she has already eaten one glazed donut, while going to the super market and had plans to annihilate one egg via boiling water. That woman can be brutal!

Once I get home, my darling babygirl shall receive from me the following from :

  • One purple hard iced heart shaped cookie with the time honored message of “BE MINE” spelled out in white hard icing
  • One Ooh La La cupcake

And then from me and my talented little hand…one homemade card – which I shall make on the 188 AMTRAK train to Aberdeen at 7:10pm (EST).

 

In addition she will receive my everyday levels of love – which I have to say…are off the charts intense.  Sometimes even a bit intense for her — she said so herself. I have just sent her a reminder to please eat (she is hypoglycemic) and gets all woogily if I don’t.

But as I’m here at work (yes, I actually do have a paying job and it is NOT to do this) …I shall put in a few hours before it is time for the great migration North.

Until then – I hope you have a very Happy Valentine’s day! I hope you have lots of chocolates to eat and someone who has purchased said chocolates for you. (if not then you’re just some common shoplifter!)

But if you do not have a special someone to give you these things – HERE!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Love,

Jenny