10.19.2008

One second.

One day last week I was sitting at work bored. I was in my office (and I use the word "my" loosely, since it's technically Kenniane's office) at the desk putting some charts together. I was also keeping an eye on the clock because I was practically begging five o'clock to roll around.

At some point I took yet another glance at the clock and happened to see the second hand move backwards. It hit the 59 second line, then moved BACK to the 58 line, before going forward again as though nothing happened.

For some reason I returned to my charts as though this was no big deal. But since doing charts requires little to no brain power, my mind started to wander. Was I just given an extra second in my day? If so, I really didn't appreciate it. And also, maybe I could've gotten a little warning. I mean, I'd say having one extra second added to my day is a pretty magical occurrence and what did I do with it? I wasted it. I had no idea it was coming. I wish my extra second could have been celebrated. Instead, I pretended like it didn't even happen.

Then again, maybe it didn't.