Really, really bored. The kind of bored where you look at a website you just looked at 5 minutes ago to see if anything has changed. The kind of bored where reorganizing 12,000 font files and checking them for errors sounds like fun, or when you go to the bathroom to sit on the toilet for 30 minutes playing a game on your cell phone.

The kind of bored where you try to look busy for 8 hours a day, and you feel lucky to actually have 20 minutes of work. The kind of bored where you start questioning why you fight traffic 45 minutes each way to sit and do nothing all day long.

I'm not a designer anymore, at least not for this job. As one of my coworkers astutely pointed out, now I am a typist. I'm not doing anything worthwhile with my time. I could be working on something amazing, or at the very least, challenging. But I'm not. I'm just sitting here. Sitting here, looking out the window; gazing around at my coworkers, busy at their desks. Anything that might come my way will be short, mindless, and, really, anyone else could do it as well as I could.

Shut up, you might say, you're getting paid to sit there. Some people don't have it that good.

Yeah, try it, is my response. I'm not getting any younger. I don't want to waste my time, and more importantly, I don't want anyone else wasting it for me.