I'm renaming myself Rocket Woman.
On this day...
... in 1900, the first automobile show was in Madison Square Garden in New York.
... in 1957, the first living being, a puppy name Laika, was launched into space (poor pupster) about Sputnik 2.
... in 1793, Stephen Austin was born.
... in 1933, Michael Dukakis was born (I had no idea he is the same age as my grandmother).
And in 2006, I've spent a great deal of my day not getting work done. I can completely blame it on a billion things (laundry, going to the post office, dealing with the dog, etc.) but it's my fault, really. I'm the biggest procrastinator on the planet. I love deadlines, they push me, but I push them back (thus, I'm writing in my journal instead of working).
It's my brain, I think. With work like transcription, your mind wanders (unless it's a particularly interesting case, and then you're dying to hear what's happening next). When I did homework in university, I'd have music playing in the background to keep the wandering section of my mind occupied. I have always been a huge daydreamer and it's always been necessary to give that section of my brain a distraction. I can't do that while I'm typing because I have to be listening to the words to be able to type them. I can't hear the words if there's music playing. Thus, the mind wandering.
Also, my icy cold fingertips jabbing away at the keys and slowly losing more and more of their ability to function properly doesn't help. But mainly it's me. Maybe I need a lobotomy.
... in 1900, the first automobile show was in Madison Square Garden in New York.
... in 1957, the first living being, a puppy name Laika, was launched into space (poor pupster) about Sputnik 2.
... in 1793, Stephen Austin was born.
... in 1933, Michael Dukakis was born (I had no idea he is the same age as my grandmother).
And in 2006, I've spent a great deal of my day not getting work done. I can completely blame it on a billion things (laundry, going to the post office, dealing with the dog, etc.) but it's my fault, really. I'm the biggest procrastinator on the planet. I love deadlines, they push me, but I push them back (thus, I'm writing in my journal instead of working).
It's my brain, I think. With work like transcription, your mind wanders (unless it's a particularly interesting case, and then you're dying to hear what's happening next). When I did homework in university, I'd have music playing in the background to keep the wandering section of my mind occupied. I have always been a huge daydreamer and it's always been necessary to give that section of my brain a distraction. I can't do that while I'm typing because I have to be listening to the words to be able to type them. I can't hear the words if there's music playing. Thus, the mind wandering.
Also, my icy cold fingertips jabbing away at the keys and slowly losing more and more of their ability to function properly doesn't help. But mainly it's me. Maybe I need a lobotomy.