December 13, 2002 02:13 PM
Friday afternoon slogs on. It's gotta be one of the longest days I've had in a while. I'm desperately trying to avoid work, hence this body of writing. All my usual sources of distraction (message forums and email) are being unhelpfully quiet today.
It's not like the work I have to do is taxing, nor completely boring. However, I'm shying away from it anyway. Is this a sign of fundamental laziness? I'm always worried that I'm lazy. Perhaps the real issue is that I'm not particularly interested in the work.
That's most likely it. The tasks on my sticky pad beside me are "Prep for ECA demo", "Prep for Product Team meeting", and "Write UI recommendation". All to do with writing reports, basically. Yuck.
I suppose I could be expanding on the blog system so that it has all the planned features, or even working on (secret) project Perillica which desperately needs my attention. I just don't feel like doing any work right now though.
If it didn't "look bad", I'd bail out right now. I think it's funny the company expects me to be here for specific hours every day. I'd much prefer to make my own schedule and only come in when I could truly work! (still putting in the required hours, of course)
Counting the minutes 'til the weekend...
PS - I just found and fixed a bug in the blog software, so it's not all bad
December 12, 2002 03:37 PM
I'm looking forward to next week. I'm getting my tonsils out. Finally. It's been years in the coming, but it's finally happening.
Now you mustn't be confused: I'm not looking forward to surgery, a night in hospital, or two weeks of painful recovery. What I am looking forward to is the down time. Two whole weeks of hiding inside, watching movies, eating soft foods like ice-cream and soup. Watching the rain hit the windows.
There's something about this time of year and the type of music to which I listen. I can't really explain it, but there's something right-seeming about being solidly encased in warm and dry while listening to driving dark progressive beats and watching the rain hit the windows.
Christmas? I couldn't care less. Miss the crowds of obnoxious shoppers, insane traffic, stress? Ha! Oh, but you'll be pining for work. Uh huh? Tell me another one. I'll be snuggled up on the couch with the electric fire going, and a DVD blocking out the pitt-a-patt of the rain in the early darkness.
There, you see? I said I couldn't explain it; take a look at the last line of each of the previous three paragraphs. Rain. There's something about it. That, and the progressive beats that are currently playing in my headphones.
Rain is scheduled for the next week... I'll let you know if I survive Tuesday.