Out here, we call it working really fucking late
And yet another Friday night spent at the office. Mind you, I'm home before 2, which is an improvement over when I stayed until 3 some time ago. My work this time, I'm sure, will be just as fruitless. I mean, will the attorney even go into the office? there's something of a blizzard going on, even as I type this message.
I took to emailed numerous friends, and of those that wrote back, all of them wished that I would be reading their missives at home, rather than at work. Kyle, Liz and Lisa, I'm sorry to dissapoint, but I was work when I read them. I'll read them again now, though, while I'm home, if that makes a difference.
You wouldn't think that sitting in a chair all night and hitting the 'Print' command would be so taxing. but actually, if you were thinking that, then you would be wrong. I'm just beat, and yet, i'm not even in bed. There's a point where you don't want to spend *all* of your day at work. even if it's just a short 20 minutes at home, drinking a beer, or tea, and seeing if Pimp My Ride is on the broadcast edition of Mtv2, then that kind of makes the staggering reality of a 16 hour day (spent sitting a chair and hitting print, mind you) seem a little more palatable. That, and working so late affords you a unique oppotunity for quiet reflection.
At midnight, the duplicating department - which is otherwise open 24 hours - shuts down. and if they're gone, you know everyone else will be. And so when you walk around, there's nothing. An very noticeable silence and stillness. It's not oppresive at all. Serene, in its own way. I'm glad that the snowstown wasn't so severe as to cause the building to move or settle, and so I was spared from those noises. and my own CD player... well, what I've come to realize is that despite having 10 different mix CD's at my office, they all use hte same 6 artists, and the same 10-15 songs appear on each one. And as you approach the 11 PM hour, you just can't stand to listen to your favorite song anymore. Even though it's your favorite song!!. Weird, isn't it?
and so, in this still and serene setting - which is just incongruous with an otherwise bussling law office, honestly - it was kind of okay to be there. I was able to think about things without the usual distractions of music, or by watching other people, or poking around the internet (as far as I was concerned, I was 'out of' the internet by 10:30). And while a quasi-/not-really new year's resolution was to not consider the world so much, I was out of other options. And what conclusions did I reach? What was the fruit of so much inner-consideration? Quite simply, that no matter how you think about it, no matter how pretty a face you put on it, working until 1:30 in the morning utterly sucks, and is, in its own way, utterly sublime.
xoxo,
ddm
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And yet another Friday night spent at the office. Mind you, I'm home before 2, which is an improvement over when I stayed until 3 some time ago. My work this time, I'm sure, will be just as fruitless. I mean, will the attorney even go into the office? there's something of a blizzard going on, even as I type this message.
I took to emailed numerous friends, and of those that wrote back, all of them wished that I would be reading their missives at home, rather than at work. Kyle, Liz and Lisa, I'm sorry to dissapoint, but I was work when I read them. I'll read them again now, though, while I'm home, if that makes a difference.
You wouldn't think that sitting in a chair all night and hitting the 'Print' command would be so taxing. but actually, if you were thinking that, then you would be wrong. I'm just beat, and yet, i'm not even in bed. There's a point where you don't want to spend *all* of your day at work. even if it's just a short 20 minutes at home, drinking a beer, or tea, and seeing if Pimp My Ride is on the broadcast edition of Mtv2, then that kind of makes the staggering reality of a 16 hour day (spent sitting a chair and hitting print, mind you) seem a little more palatable. That, and working so late affords you a unique oppotunity for quiet reflection.
At midnight, the duplicating department - which is otherwise open 24 hours - shuts down. and if they're gone, you know everyone else will be. And so when you walk around, there's nothing. An very noticeable silence and stillness. It's not oppresive at all. Serene, in its own way. I'm glad that the snowstown wasn't so severe as to cause the building to move or settle, and so I was spared from those noises. and my own CD player... well, what I've come to realize is that despite having 10 different mix CD's at my office, they all use hte same 6 artists, and the same 10-15 songs appear on each one. And as you approach the 11 PM hour, you just can't stand to listen to your favorite song anymore. Even though it's your favorite song!!. Weird, isn't it?
and so, in this still and serene setting - which is just incongruous with an otherwise bussling law office, honestly - it was kind of okay to be there. I was able to think about things without the usual distractions of music, or by watching other people, or poking around the internet (as far as I was concerned, I was 'out of' the internet by 10:30). And while a quasi-/not-really new year's resolution was to not consider the world so much, I was out of other options. And what conclusions did I reach? What was the fruit of so much inner-consideration? Quite simply, that no matter how you think about it, no matter how pretty a face you put on it, working until 1:30 in the morning utterly sucks, and is, in its own way, utterly sublime.
xoxo,
ddm
email me
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