YOU!
Missed you, Red Velvet Underground.
I believe this will be a post-heavy week as I have a particularly slow work week ahead. We are not technically allowed to use the interwebs at work but I don’t particularly care for that rule. Due to the nature of my job, any given week can be utterly swamped with registrations and projects or UTTERLY dull with little to no responsibility. I hate this. I like work, I like being able to focus on something and watch as my efforts accomplish a necessary task. While I often find this line of work unsatisfying, I’d been riding the “happy train” lately and was feeling good about my contribution to a tiny part of universe. However, as life propels me forward and December approaches and I prepare for (exciting! terrifying! worthy! NECESSARY!) change, I feel very anxious; my spirit is in a state of unrest. I notice this in my attitude toward work and what I am expected to do while on the clock. Essentially, I am very deeply entrenched in a “Fuck It!” state of mind, which is out of character but feels crucial to my survival (via the preservation of sanity) in these next few months. If this sounds like a convoluted justification for going online when it is expressly prohibited, it is. But “Fuck It,” after all.
