Oh look I’m doing it again
Sep/090
I’m about to write something about how much I procrastinate and then make a meta reference to this act of blogging which in itself is just more procrastination. OH the irony. I’ve done this before. I really should have a procrastination category… or just rename uncategorised to procrastination, they might be the same thing. If it’s not about something in particular, it’s likely to just be an avenue of distraction.
Currently having issues with motivation and delayed gratification and other things. Most of the time.
The problem is largely that I don’t have a ‘real’ job, in that I never have to go anywhere to work. I’m not currently an employee of anyone. I’m a partner, and a sole trader. I work from home, basically. Home is also where I play, and sleep, and drink, and eat, and generally do many things which are not work.
It might help if I studied at home, which would presumably create some association between being at home and effort. But I don’t study. Assignments are a pile of nonsense left to the last minute. Exams are for the exam period.
I’m typing this fairly quickly, at least. I’m very conscious of the work I need to do. I’m also conscious of tonight’s meeting – when I want to be there, and when I need to be there. It was the same with the PMP assignment – I wanted to get it out of the way before the last minute, so that the final day could involve less work and more play. That was successful… or at least, I achieved the aim. Did I reduce the integrity and quality of the work by trying to get it out of the way? Probably.
In terms of the work I’m doing, and aiming to complete quickly, is my motivation providing additional focus, or is it inspiring least-possible-effort and short cuts?
But the work won’t get done by blogging.
Friday Fast Thoughts
Sep/090
PMP assignment was not as brutal as first imagined, just long. In fact, the main issue was that there was a considerable amount of detail that you could go into in almost every facet, so it was hard to nail down the key elements. I think it turned out okay in the end though. I’d be happy with a credit mark. And if the difference between a credit and a distinction was working more on Wednesday night and Thursday, I made the right choice.
I’m still sick. No more late nights (after tonight, actually, woo) until I’m better.
I just re-read the password protected post from about six weeks ago. Pretty interesting. I got some things right and some things wrong. A lot of it doesn’t really make sense unless I explain it, because I never really wrote it for anyone but me. I would probably show it to you, if you asked. It had a happy ending, ultimately.
Beatles Rock Band is fun, but I think the fun is 2^(players).
Several people have pointed out how close I am to graduating/finishing the semester (same thing really). I don’t want to finish this semester.
I do want to finish this blog, though. I’ve got places to be.
No touching
Sep/090
So apparently there’s someone in Bulga who really likes me. And there’s someone on level one too. Awkward. Actually I guess I can stop saying someone when I mean Lizzie. Hi Lizzie! I mean Izzy.
Thursday was heaps fun! Beatles Rock Band might just be the second greatest present ever.
I used that joke already, come to think of it. It’s allowed.
I nearly lost a drinking competition, but clearly I’m a marathon drinker and not a sprinter, and got it in the end. To be honest, I think Bill might’ve drunk more in the end. That was highly amusing. And as mentioned previously, awkward. But he only wants me for my hair.
It was noted that I haven’t blogged for a while. In explanation, I offered that it was more of an angst blog, and I had none. I don’t really want it to be an angst blog, but generally being OK doesn’t get me in the blogging mood. I have less confusing thoughts and less need for cathartic release.
I’m not generally OK though. I’m freaking awesome. I’m putting it out there on the Internet that I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
See, happiness is a little bit boring to write/read about, and I also sometimes feel like its showing off a little bit to blag about it. But then, all of my readers who have emotions (i.e. not robots) are also pretty happy at this point, I think. High-Five, team!
I just got a gingerbread man. Sweet. Pretty much every time I think life can’t get better, it does.