sigh. saga of the short timer.

Why am I here? With one week to go in this job, I have finished everything that takes any time. Diligently waiting for anyone to ask for help, I've cleaned my desk, solicited work from others, and written my farewell email.
At 3 p.m. I'm slouching in my chair, dozing off. I have managed to get all of my old film negatives, slides, and chromes into new sleeves and boxes. Let me tell you how exciting that is. It's not. Except in the way that I like looking at old photos.
I can't just stay home, because that would be unethical. I could go wander the building, but that's not as much fun as it sounds.

I think inertia is affecting me. With so little to do for so long, it's hard to get excited about anything. I desperately look forward to the new job.
There are only so many times I can go to flickr, myspace, various blogs and news sites, check the bank balance, check the credit card balance (nope, nothing charged in the last 20 minutes), and IM with people.
I imagine I could be learning something, making myself better. But again, inertia. Here I am, gathering moss.
I should just go home, but there's yoga at 4:30.
I guess being bored at work is a good problem to have, but please. This is worse than watching bad television.
Oh, look! An email!