At any given time during the week, I know exactly with whom I am working, what time they get off, and who comes in to relieve their shift. We are like clockwork. You can set your watch by our comings and goings.  Some may say they prefer this type of certainty and routine in their lives, but if you know anything about me, you’ll know that isn’t the case for me. I am not the most organized person in the world, as evidence by the fact that I lost my debit card on a bowling excursion and lost my keys during a road trip. Organization isn’t my style. I work with two of the other four leasing agents in the office every day. Worker Bee’s S. and W. are the only two people I work with, and we work a lot, therefore we see each other a lot. Now, don’t get me wrong when I elaborate on the point I’m trying to make, because I adore both of them, but how about a little spice? I know that our schedules are dictated by our schooling, but sometimes I need something to waken my senses out of the deep slumber that education and work have put on my college life. I have the same routine day in and day out, and in the spirit of routine, I see the same people day in and day out. My schedule unaltering. I’m not the only one suffering from this perpetual cycle, and I’m certainly not the last. But every once in a while, I would like a little jump start for my senses. I can’t continue going to work and seeing the same faces and talking to the same people, when only a fraction of those I see are followed by a pleasant conversation. I would like to say I have an idea in mind to cure me and my fellow co-workers from this persevering ennui, but nothing has come to mind as yet. We believe a night of utter debauchery and deviance is what the doctor prescribed, but it has yet to cure our cravings for something bigger, better, faster, crazier.

So what’s an over-worked, over-studied, BORED as hell girl to do? It’s difficult to say when the major source of inspiration are your friends and a white boxer named Shiner Bach. The difficulty comes in when my friends are my co-workers, facing the same dilemma as me, and my boxer can’t speak and just wants to cuddle. The prescription is something new, fun, and exciting. Something we haven’t even considered yet. Until then, debauchery and deviance will have to suffice.