Deadest Day on Earth . . .

Today has been one of the deadest days on the earth for sales at work. First of all I work at a music store called Woodwind & Brasswind. We are the largest instrument and instrument supplies retailer in the world. We sell basically everything you can imagine. Right now we are in the middle of moving from 3 warehouses into one ginormous new warehouse we just built. The thing is absolutely huge. It has 20 receiving/shipping docks! I mean you can get lost in the place let me tell you. Anyways I am a brass specialist here in sales over the phones, and it's been totally dead as far as call volume for some reason today, which totally stinks for me since a good part of my pay check is based on commission. Plus it just makes the time go bay waaaaay to slow. I never understood that anyways . . . I mean why does the time seem to go by slower when you are bored, or waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever? I mean it's not like the time REALLY is going by any quicker or slower one way or another whether you are keeping busy or not. Time doesn't really change. It's all just in our heads really right, so maybe when we are bored, if we tell ourselves time is going by quickly we can make ourselves think that it is. Hmmmmmm. . . . .