My Florescent Tan

There is always time to blog at work. It is similar to taking a mini vacation except there are no little umbrellas in my coffee, the light on my face is cold and florescent not warm and relaxing, instead of peaceful waves I hear papers shuffling and the insistent ringing of the telephone replaces the annoying squawk of seagulls. As I think of all the places I would rather be, I stare at last years beach calendar that is still hanging in my cube...oh well at least my chair isn’t leaving plastic marks on my sunburned ass…