I'm a slacker ... but not really
Well, I'm a slacker because its been weeks since I've made time to discuss my life with the internet world. But, here I am, showing the world that maybe I'm not such a slacker after all. Although, if you look at the big picture, I am sitting at work right now and getting paid to do something that CLEARLY does not include updating my lj. So, i'm sure I'm slacking off at something ... but who the hell cares anyway, right? Truthfully, sitting at this desk inspires me to reevaluate my life at this present moment. I really have no true function at this job - but I keep it because it enables me to pay my bills. That seems morally wrong. I mean really, I spend half my time here checking my email, playing minesweeper and chatting with my co-workers. I feel like I work for about an hour a day and yet I still request to be paid for 8. Well, I assume I'm probably not the only one. I just keep trying to remind myself that this job is no way permanent or even slightly reflective of a career choice on my part. Its just something to get by on for now. I will probably make peace with that just in time to move on from all of this. Isn't that just the way things go.
So, another thing I'd like to share with everyone and no one: when I moved to philadelphia on August 1, 2004 (yes its almost been an entire year!!) I decided that I needed to take my focus off of building a 'career' and focus my attention on building a self instead. A year ago, I would have had real trouble telling anyone what I liked to do in my free time. I sort of constructed my life so that I never had any free time so that I never had to think about anything. Well, I have to congratulate myself on taking steps to change that part of my life. I have successfully gotten jobs that don't require take-home stress!!! This is a triumph for me. Also, I've started trying to figure out the things that I like to do. Just me. No one else involved. That was a tough one for me. Now, I know that this is going to sound strange, but THE NEW YORKER magazine has really helped in this department. Let me give you some history. In the winter, I started leaving early for work and stopping at the Barnes and Noble to read - that seemed like something I would like to do. After a few sessions of trying to find the things I like to read I came across a lone copy of The New Yorker. As I paged through, I found a fictional short story in the back and I totally fell in love. It was one of those rare moments when I was completely transported out of the stuffy Philadelphia Barnes & Noble and into the world that this author was painting. So, now I get The New Yorker delivered to my home and its an exciting day every week when my new copy arrives. I'm in the middle of a great story right now and I think I may just try and finish it up while no one is in the office. Self discovery is my new hobby. Go figure.
So, another thing I'd like to share with everyone and no one: when I moved to philadelphia on August 1, 2004 (yes its almost been an entire year!!) I decided that I needed to take my focus off of building a 'career' and focus my attention on building a self instead. A year ago, I would have had real trouble telling anyone what I liked to do in my free time. I sort of constructed my life so that I never had any free time so that I never had to think about anything. Well, I have to congratulate myself on taking steps to change that part of my life. I have successfully gotten jobs that don't require take-home stress!!! This is a triumph for me. Also, I've started trying to figure out the things that I like to do. Just me. No one else involved. That was a tough one for me. Now, I know that this is going to sound strange, but THE NEW YORKER magazine has really helped in this department. Let me give you some history. In the winter, I started leaving early for work and stopping at the Barnes and Noble to read - that seemed like something I would like to do. After a few sessions of trying to find the things I like to read I came across a lone copy of The New Yorker. As I paged through, I found a fictional short story in the back and I totally fell in love. It was one of those rare moments when I was completely transported out of the stuffy Philadelphia Barnes & Noble and into the world that this author was painting. So, now I get The New Yorker delivered to my home and its an exciting day every week when my new copy arrives. I'm in the middle of a great story right now and I think I may just try and finish it up while no one is in the office. Self discovery is my new hobby. Go figure.