Write a blog post.
One that is so utterly useless. A complete waste of time. The last resort for when you'd literally rather do anything except for what you're supposed to be doing during working hours. The kind that any passerby would read and think "the fuck did I just read?"
I have a list of things to do today, none of which are the slightest bit appealing. The thing is, I could concentrate like crazy on my tasks, but then I'd be done with everything in a couple of hours, and have nothing left to do for the rest of the day.
Do you have any idea how agonizing it is to NOT have work when there are like five hours left until you can go home?
I want to be a bit busier, because pressure from impending deadlines usually makes me work a lot more efficiently. Man, I wish there was more work for me. Really. Not so much that I have to work overtime, but just enough to keep my thoughts from straying and leading me to write stupid posts like this one.
On a scale from one to ten for how much I don't feel like working, I'm at about fifty. Maybe more. It's overwhelming. I'm not feeling lazy; I don't want to, say, go home and watch Netflix or take a nap or anything. I want to be productive with my time. It's just that I don't want to work. Does that make sense?
Ugh.
One that is so utterly useless. A complete waste of time. The last resort for when you'd literally rather do anything except for what you're supposed to be doing during working hours. The kind that any passerby would read and think "the fuck did I just read?"
I have a list of things to do today, none of which are the slightest bit appealing. The thing is, I could concentrate like crazy on my tasks, but then I'd be done with everything in a couple of hours, and have nothing left to do for the rest of the day.
Do you have any idea how agonizing it is to NOT have work when there are like five hours left until you can go home?
I want to be a bit busier, because pressure from impending deadlines usually makes me work a lot more efficiently. Man, I wish there was more work for me. Really. Not so much that I have to work overtime, but just enough to keep my thoughts from straying and leading me to write stupid posts like this one.
On a scale from one to ten for how much I don't feel like working, I'm at about fifty. Maybe more. It's overwhelming. I'm not feeling lazy; I don't want to, say, go home and watch Netflix or take a nap or anything. I want to be productive with my time. It's just that I don't want to work. Does that make sense?
Ugh.
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