Thoughtful Posts are for Flatulent Ghosts
So...
Whatever many posts fit on a page in livejournal... I don't know how many, but the last one visible on mine is when I announced my return to this here Independent Booking- and now! Now I am leaving it, mercifully!
This business of working 40 hours a week... now thismight sound spoiled, lazy, unrealistic, or some such, but- it's fucking garbage. I've done it twice in my life, and although the first stint- a year an an half full time at Chapters qualifies as the single darket period in my life, this past year has kind of blown in it's own, less demeaning, more lucrative way.
It's not that I'm not hard working, far from it! Any co-worker can attest that I'm a fucking whirlwind when the need arises, but the fact of the matter is that a 40 hour a week job, particularly one that requires you to work behind a desk, has a large and excruiating amount of filler in it. Some people are fine with this, but it agonizes me, I feel guilty for wanking for the large amounts of time necessary in this kind of employment- not that I mind wanking by any means, but it's wanking that must be disguised as actual work so as not to ruin the illusion that the 40 hour work week is necessary. and I suck at that. I'm clearly not working now, and I feel so conspicuous!
SO ANGSTY! I'm friggin' full of sunshine and buttercups that this thing has come to an end, but these last few days are really painful, and there is so very little to do, and absoloutely no motivation to find anything to do.
Anyway, as of this friday, I am free as a bird! Hello waking up whenever I please! Hello time to clean my mouldy apartment! Hello lunch dates and aquafit and bicycling EVERYWHERE!
Awesome. Just 21 hours till awesome, anyway!
Whatever many posts fit on a page in livejournal... I don't know how many, but the last one visible on mine is when I announced my return to this here Independent Booking- and now! Now I am leaving it, mercifully!
This business of working 40 hours a week... now thismight sound spoiled, lazy, unrealistic, or some such, but- it's fucking garbage. I've done it twice in my life, and although the first stint- a year an an half full time at Chapters qualifies as the single darket period in my life, this past year has kind of blown in it's own, less demeaning, more lucrative way.
It's not that I'm not hard working, far from it! Any co-worker can attest that I'm a fucking whirlwind when the need arises, but the fact of the matter is that a 40 hour a week job, particularly one that requires you to work behind a desk, has a large and excruiating amount of filler in it. Some people are fine with this, but it agonizes me, I feel guilty for wanking for the large amounts of time necessary in this kind of employment- not that I mind wanking by any means, but it's wanking that must be disguised as actual work so as not to ruin the illusion that the 40 hour work week is necessary. and I suck at that. I'm clearly not working now, and I feel so conspicuous!
SO ANGSTY! I'm friggin' full of sunshine and buttercups that this thing has come to an end, but these last few days are really painful, and there is so very little to do, and absoloutely no motivation to find anything to do.
Anyway, as of this friday, I am free as a bird! Hello waking up whenever I please! Hello time to clean my mouldy apartment! Hello lunch dates and aquafit and bicycling EVERYWHERE!
Awesome. Just 21 hours till awesome, anyway!