Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 2 of 2)

July 22

July 22

Before I even got to work, I knew today was going to be a great day. Robyn was away! Yahoo! Big Bird had flown the coop, and I was going to have the entire office to myself.

I rolled into The Clubhouse at my usual 9 a.m., and settled into my empty office. What a fan-fucking-tastic day. After going through some emails and answering a check-in call from Robyn, I got to work on my tasks for the day. As usual, I was finished everything within a couple of hours.

That's the thing about me, and something I don't think Robyn understands. Big Bird is not using me to my full potential. Despite my persistent requests for more responsibilities, I kind of don't care anymore. Big Bird gives me jobs, I finish them extremely fast, and then I sit back and do my own thing. That's basically what happens every day around The Clubhouse. I think it's a testament to how I work in general too, and perhaps why I procrastinate so much. I know that when I need to get work done, all I have to do is put my head down, focus for a few hours, and I can pump out some pretty good stuff. It's just getting to that point which is typically the struggle. At least, when it comes to personal work.

Anyway, that's what happened today. Big Bird made it seem like the work she gave me would take all day, when in reality I was finished everything before lunch. Today was everything a Friday at work should be.

I've actually become decently close with Emma and Lucy at work – the two younger girls working on the floor above me. I would venture upstairs at different points throughout the day, and the three of us would hang out and talk. Nobody was in the mood to work today.

After that, because it was only 3 p.m., I took a much-needed break and went to Starbucks for a snack. Nothing makes me feel more like Britney Spears than going into a Starbucks and ordering a drink with a straw. My lack of proper footwear definitely helps complete the look, too.

Perked up by my caffeine, I returned to The Clubhouse and put on some music as I scrolled through Twitter. While I was in the middle of jamming to Whitney Houston, Lawrence, The Clubhouse's president, walked into my office to photocopy something. Lawrence had been passing by my office all day, and had already made a comment about me wanting, "privacy," as I had kept the blinds on my door closed for the better part of the morning. It wasn't my fault, though. I was tired and needed to nap. Sue me!

Fortunately, I was a little more alert during Lawrence's visit.

"How's your day going?" Lawrence asked me, waiting patiently for the world's slowest photocopier to finish printing.

"Pretty damn good," I responded. "I've got Whitney playing!"

"So I hear," Lawrence said with a smile. "Are you having a 90's throwback day?"

"Every day is a 90's throwback day when you're me," I said.

This short exchange led to Lawrence and I having a 15-minute conversation all about 1997 and, of course, the one and only Mimi. Lawrence was actually so impressed by my Mariah obsession that he even started singing some of her songs when I asked him which ones were his favorite. For the record, his number one is "I Know What You Want" – Mariah's duet with Busta Rhymes. The man's got good taste!