10:04 am

I sighed and pushed the uncomfortable cheap black headset off my head and placed it on the desk. I can tell that my eyes look slanty and tired like when you first wake up in the morning. I stand up and walk out of the cubicle that I'm sharing with currently four other women. Only one of us works without stopping all day, and I can't really tell what it is that she's doing. It involves a lot of faxing and computer work. I walk down the narrow hallway, on the nubby multi-colored carpet, to the lunch room, a smooth name for a room containing five vending machines, four tables, a fridge and a sink. And a coffeemaker. I think they make the coffee the night before, based on its general texture and aroma. I pour some of it into a green plastic cup and stir in some sugar with a white plastic knife, the only utinsil occupying the flourescent-bulbed room.
This job is starting to feel like the movie Groundhog Day, where I got sucked into some strange cycle where today is supposedly my last day here, every day, every week. I never know I'm coming back tomorrow but always do, living in my own personal Office Space. I watched way too many movies about offices like this one before working in one, resulting in my inability to shake the feeling that I'm now permanently living in a movie that didn't do well at the box office.
Fortunately, this current and, by nature, temporary position is spiced up by the fact that a) I'll be in Virginia in 16 days, and b) I'm going to buy my own, non-shared with anyone car before I go.
I'm currently debating between a 90's Honda, Toyota or Volkswagen (the last of which are proving to be hard to find). Any input is appreciated. The criteria for these choices are: 4-door (I don't know anyone who really likes crawling over a slanted front seat to be stuck riding in a teensy back with no leg room), 4-cyl (for fuel efficiency) 5-speed, for $5000 or less. Go.