17 January 2013

A new routine

I'm starting to feel ready to brave the horrible job market again. I'm hoping that I can find something part-time to supplement the part time work I already have doing Sunshine's books. I'm tired of sitting at home trying to find shit to watch on teevee, bored shitless because there's nothing to watch and nowhere to go and nothing to do.

In the meantime, I have to catch up on all of the neglected data entry that I have neglected to do for Sunshine so that I can send his stuff off to the real accountant (who will probably charge Sunshine a fortune to make sense of the mess I have on hand). I also have this problem of all these beautiful clothes that I have nowhere to wear.

So I got to thinking: what if I wear my nicer clothes even though I'm not leaving the house? Maybe if I put on my nicer clothes that I would wear to work (if I had a full-time, outside-the-home job), it will make me feel more like doing the shit I've NOT been doing. So here I sit, dressed for work (let's not talk about the fact that there are no shoes on my feet), and what am I doing?

Obviously, I'm not working. I'm sitting here telling you guys about how I am going to feel (and be) more productive if I dress more like a productive member of society.

Oh well, it was worth a try, right? If nothing else, I feel fabulous as I sit here avoiding doing my job. We'll pretend that the data I need to enter isn't sitting here next to the laptop mocking me, "if you'd just start doing this shit weekly, it wouldn't be such a pain in the ass HAHAHAHAHA HAHA HA HAAAAA!"

Let me go knock that shit out real quick. I am sick of listening to it laugh at me. As long as it gets done, that's what's important, right?


  1. My therapist used to tell me to just stand on my elliptical machine for five minutes. Don't work out, just stand there. I thought he was crazaballs, but it worked. Now I tell that to my clients. Or I did when I had a job.
    Fuck, I'd better go put my fancy clothes on.

    1. #thisiswhyiloveyou

      I'm not sure if it was the fancy clothes or the horrid sound of the work mocking me, but something worked. I got the shit done!