It's hard to feel inspired staring at a bank of elevators in an office building. Granted, of all the jobs I've had in my life, temporary receptionist is probably the least soul-crushing. It's nothing like the neon hellscape of a Kohl's dressing room or the chaos and mass hysteria of a Panera at lunch time. (Chips, Apple, or Baguette?) Still, it inspires its own particular brand of agitated ennui, best fought by coffee, Gchat, and giving your co-workers secret nicknames. My friends affectionately refer to my adventures as #templife, which is a lot like Thug Life, but with more Post-Its. (Unless Tupac wrote his raps on Post-Its, which is certainly a possibility.)
Still, even with Internet wanderings and crossword puzzles and (occasionally) actual work, I wind up with a lot of time on my hands- time I'd like to use in a way that at least feels productive. So, allow me to introduce a new temporary series I'm going to call The Desk Chair. For every weekday spent in the office, a new post- and you suggest the subject matter.
We're free-wheelin' here. No boundaries. (Well, some boundaries. I'm at work.) What would you like to know more about? Ending sentences with prepositions? Sure, I'll Google that for you. And then I'll synthesize whatever information I find into a few manageable chunks of text for you to skim while you wait for the bus. The modern age.
So get crackin! What should I write about tomorrow?