Musings and Muse
The fact that Friday is the last day of the work week is not a reason not to work on Friday. It doesn't mean that Friday is not a workday.
It doesn't mean that you can spend the whole morning looking at photos of Tioman and your silly graduation ceremony, and all the other available photos you can look at for fun on the office computer, which have absolutely zero connection with your work, except that the people in the photos are sometimes your colleagues, only sometimes.
It doesn't mean that the tasks given to you will suddenly vanish because you don't theoretically have to come to work tomorrow.
It doesn't mean that next Monday will not happen.
It doesn't mean that you can listen to your iPod and forget that the outside world exists.
It doesn't mean that your boss is dead, just because he's outstationed for two weeks.
But who knows what can happen in two weeks?
& etc.
All this fits with what Leda was telling me yesterday, that laziness and procrastination is based on a lethal mixture of self-delusion and unbeatable hopefulness.
So I'm 25. This has been one of the best birthdays I've ever had. Not 'best' as in spectacular, amazing, miraculous or anything grandiose but good, simple, contented. Not the day itself - I spent it in bed with fancy Mr Asthmatic Bronchitis - but the days following, the messages I got on my phone, the surprises, the cakes coming out of nowhere, and finally, the MUSE TICKET! I'd thought the opportunity was lost because I'd missed the early bird special but now... HELLO MUSE! HERE I COME!
Also, it's been a good year. I'd like to giggle now.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you for 2006.
It doesn't mean that you can spend the whole morning looking at photos of Tioman and your silly graduation ceremony, and all the other available photos you can look at for fun on the office computer, which have absolutely zero connection with your work, except that the people in the photos are sometimes your colleagues, only sometimes.
It doesn't mean that the tasks given to you will suddenly vanish because you don't theoretically have to come to work tomorrow.
It doesn't mean that next Monday will not happen.
It doesn't mean that you can listen to your iPod and forget that the outside world exists.
It doesn't mean that your boss is dead, just because he's outstationed for two weeks.
But who knows what can happen in two weeks?
& etc.
All this fits with what Leda was telling me yesterday, that laziness and procrastination is based on a lethal mixture of self-delusion and unbeatable hopefulness.
So I'm 25. This has been one of the best birthdays I've ever had. Not 'best' as in spectacular, amazing, miraculous or anything grandiose but good, simple, contented. Not the day itself - I spent it in bed with fancy Mr Asthmatic Bronchitis - but the days following, the messages I got on my phone, the surprises, the cakes coming out of nowhere, and finally, the MUSE TICKET! I'd thought the opportunity was lost because I'd missed the early bird special but now... HELLO MUSE! HERE I COME!
Also, it's been a good year. I'd like to giggle now.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you for 2006.