Trying this again...
I have discovered that I really, really suck at keeping up a livejournal, or honestly, keeping up with anything that's not work related. Including friends and family members.
I am able to keep focused for a scary amount of time on one thing - enough that I literally tune out everything else, including the arguing engineers two cubicles over (who has an indepth argument about the pros and cons of scotch tape?!?) and the need for food. During a busy week, I'll eat maybe one full meal the entire week and live off of hard candy and tea for the rest of it. If it wasn't for my dearest Auntie, I'd probably have scurvy.
I'm one *those* people that you hear about but never actually believe exist - I actually love my job. To the point of obsession. Even with all the biosolids. Trust me--you work for this company and you'll never look at a toilet the same way again...
But. My workaholism is apparently unhealthy. And frightening to my new coworker. Bah--doesn't everyone start working at 3 am and head home after 8 pm?
Since I keep long and odd hours, it is difficult to use the phone when others are actually awake instead of when they're half-comatose and ready to commit murder if the damn phone rings one more time. I have decided that I must start using the wonderous internet instead.
My family members agree - they started spamming my inbox with Facebook friend requests. This started with my illustrious Auntie and continued with both of my parents, my sister, her friends, various cousins that I haven't spoken to in 3 years or more, and ended with my 75 year old grandmother. Yes, my grandmother. She's probably more of an internet junkie than I am.
I have bowed to peer pressure and have given in. Yes, I have joined Facebook. I feel so ashamed--it's almost as horrifying as when U2 sold out to Apple. However, my mother find its reassuring to know that I really am alive, so I shall bear it. Although I have to admit that it is strangely addicting. It's kinda like a train wreck: you're horrified, but fascinated at the same time. Auntie thinks that I'm going to become a Facebook junkie. The sad thing is that she's probably right.
I will try to keep my journal relatively up to date from now on. I'm actually under doctor's orders to reduce my stress levels and writing in a journal is supposedly relaxing...We'll see.
I am able to keep focused for a scary amount of time on one thing - enough that I literally tune out everything else, including the arguing engineers two cubicles over (who has an indepth argument about the pros and cons of scotch tape?!?) and the need for food. During a busy week, I'll eat maybe one full meal the entire week and live off of hard candy and tea for the rest of it. If it wasn't for my dearest Auntie, I'd probably have scurvy.
I'm one *those* people that you hear about but never actually believe exist - I actually love my job. To the point of obsession. Even with all the biosolids. Trust me--you work for this company and you'll never look at a toilet the same way again...
But. My workaholism is apparently unhealthy. And frightening to my new coworker. Bah--doesn't everyone start working at 3 am and head home after 8 pm?
Since I keep long and odd hours, it is difficult to use the phone when others are actually awake instead of when they're half-comatose and ready to commit murder if the damn phone rings one more time. I have decided that I must start using the wonderous internet instead.
My family members agree - they started spamming my inbox with Facebook friend requests. This started with my illustrious Auntie and continued with both of my parents, my sister, her friends, various cousins that I haven't spoken to in 3 years or more, and ended with my 75 year old grandmother. Yes, my grandmother. She's probably more of an internet junkie than I am.
I have bowed to peer pressure and have given in. Yes, I have joined Facebook. I feel so ashamed--it's almost as horrifying as when U2 sold out to Apple. However, my mother find its reassuring to know that I really am alive, so I shall bear it. Although I have to admit that it is strangely addicting. It's kinda like a train wreck: you're horrified, but fascinated at the same time. Auntie thinks that I'm going to become a Facebook junkie. The sad thing is that she's probably right.
I will try to keep my journal relatively up to date from now on. I'm actually under doctor's orders to reduce my stress levels and writing in a journal is supposedly relaxing...We'll see.