Forced Boredom

Today's poem is something I wrote after work on Friday.  I could have written more, but I really was too bored to even do that.  Go figure.

FORCED BOREDOM

I've been off work
for a half-hour already.
My ride isn't done yet.

So here I sit,
at a chair in the back room.

Not much is going on.
I already cleaned and
rearranged my desk.

Lindsay just blew her nose
and said "Dammit."

Watching someone else type
really isn't as much fun
as you would think.