he wants to be productive…
…but the obstacles, however minor, keep doing the things that obstacles do, and getting in the way of anything resembling accomplishment.
I have a job; one that I’m good at, pays well, and that, under most circumstances, I don’t mind doing at all (and sometimes even enjoy), except all this administrative stuff, two hour meetings that could’ve been two sentence emails, operating system “upgrades” that simply break every workflow one has to do the job in between those meetings, outside entities trying to “network” by attempting to pick my brain on pointless issues to feed their latest trendy business school buzzword certification, plus all these other people needing help getting their stuff done because word’s gotten around that I make this shit look easy.
It’s just making it very hard to care right now, especially since I’ve gotten into one of those two or three day lulls where there aren’t any looming deadlines, but somehow I still end up putting in a ten hour day at the virtual office and have nothing at all to show for it.
Yes, that big-ass raise I got in January is nice, but I don’t love all the attendant bullshit that comes with earning it.
Oh well; first-world problems and all that.
All that which, as a socially-conscious person, makes me feel guilty for being frustrated with my life, because I put up with some inconvenient bullshit to earn a solid living when there are so many people in this damned country and on this damned planet that don’t know where their next meal comes from.
Can’t win for winning, I guess.
