It’s one of those rough afternoons where you are fighting with various documents, with constant interruptions from you inbox, for what you’d think is an important email but turn out to some American Viagra dudes who happen to harvest your email from a comment you left on a website. So you decide the best course of action is to read more blogs and make sure not to comment, lest the some other (French maybe) Viagra dudes mail you.
So Firefox gets opened and before you know it you have like 24 tabs open and the other docs hovering on your taskbar, not to worry. You lie to yourself that you are reading cerebral intellectual stuff but the tabs that hogs your attention is the one with details of Lindsay Lohan and her new girlie and you wishing that they could maybe give you a call, you discuss a few matter of mutual importance ;-). The NatGeo Page is languishing with no attention at all.
Nothing’s going well from the time not moving to you feeling hungry though you just had chapati mbili na ndegu. You brain is totally blank like a new foolscap. You are trying to look busy, kumbe you are dreaming of solitaire, thinking of spicing it up by playing spider solitaire that how rough it is.
You decide to go offline despite the fact that you are supposed to be working online in the first place, work on the documents before the boss figures out you are doing nothing.