Not a very pleasant title for a blog post, but it seems to reflect my mood rather well today. For those readers a little familiar with my habits, you will know that I like to see myself as a specialist in laziness. However, I probably give the wrong impression. I am extremely hard working when it comes to writing, editing, scheming, dreaming and what resembles thinking. But only when I get into the mood. Sometimes this can be at a reasonable hour such as eleven am. Or an unreasonable hour such as two am.
So with this said, it becomes clear that I really have trouble when it comes to regulating myself to work in a fixed time period.
I often gaze at the bus stop below me, and see the poor souls waiting in the freezing cold at seven-thirty am. All moving their feet trying to keep their circulation going until the bus finally arrives. Then knowing they have to do the same thing all over again at the train station. If that is not enough, they know that they have to repeat it in reverse at five-thirty to get back home. Five days a week.
In between these times of icy cattle class peak hour public transport pain, they have to give one hundred percent attention to working. Switching on at nine, and switching off at five. This is how our world of economic miracles and consumerism has been designed.
Well! I think it really sucks! No matter what I do, I just do not want to ever do that again. So I have sentenced myself to work when I want at what I want. And in doing so, I know I work harder and longer that the poor sods at the bus stop, and make less money.
But I am happy. Um, by the way. Is there any chance of borrowing five bucks? I’m a little short this week.