Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Waiting for Departure.

11:34 AM Posted by Patrick 3 comments
I must clock in at work in just a little more than three quarters of an hour. For some reason, one entirely unknown to me, I find it difficult to relax in the time before I leave for the day. I will work somewhere between eight and nine hours, and instead of using the last hour beforehand, I always blow it on restless pacing, interwebz surfing, or staring off into space.

No matter what I do, I can be fairly certain that I will not really enjoy it. I am always glancing at the clock--much more often than I really need to--and counting the minutes until I need to leave. On the bright side, I am never late. On the negative side, this has become something of a major time suck for me.

I am going to try, however brief the time I am given for the task, to spend these restless moments writing from here on out. I have neglected to restore my old hard drive, so I am cut off from all of my old stuff for the time being, but I can go ahead and start again, start fresh.

Three minutes have passed.

I spend entirely too much of my time anymore just expending restless energy. I am to the part of the vacation where I have begun to miss school. When I have this much free time it becomes far too easy to squander it. I would never have wasted an hour of open time toward the end of last semester. My time management skills go down the tubes when I do not really need them. I could probably pick up a few more hours at work, but I truly loathe the mall, and I have a feeling that it would only drive me to want to quit. 30+ is ok for the time being.

Have considered the possibility of looking at other options, but realistically, I am not likely to find anything that pays as much, that is as flexible, or that will look better than holding a job consistently for more than three years.

Five.

I really need to actually use a calendar consistently. I fail to keep track of my days and then wonder where a week went. Also, reading is a damn fine use of time, but I suppose I also need to cut a chunk out of that time to keep in touch with people. I have kind of neglected everyone I do not come into contact with on a daily basis, and it would probably be a good thing if I made a few phone calls to catch up...maybe skype them. I like to see faces.

Did call that Shewoof today though. I need to reestablish my habit of calling here regularly, even if I don't quite manage it with everyone else.

Seven.

Another prime use of this time would have been harassing Dogmeat in the middle of whatever he was doing, but he is already off at work--the industrious little critter--as he often is when I am leaving for one of my endless, evening-gobbling, shifts.

It is not dread that makes me waste time before I need to go. Indeed, it is always with a certain feeling of relief that I finally set off, but I should dearly like to diagnose why it always turns out so.

3 comments:

  1. I do the same thing when I have to be someplace at a specific time- the last 30-60 minutes before I have to leave are always the least productive time in my day, just because of paranoia over being late.

    You're not alone.

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  2. Yep. That's why days in which I have several places to be end up being almost completely wasted. The time between things is almost useless. :P

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  3. The alternative is to be like, uh, a-certain-man-who-shall-remain-nameless (but let's call him "Evan"): productive up until it's time to walk out the door, at which time, pour another cup of coffee and start looking for your shoes.

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