Well, work life is stable; but my lack of free time is also quite stable. How the hell do you 9-5'rs get anything done? Sheesh. I get home at 530 exhausted, barely scrape together dinner, eat, slouch, do a bit of necessary but annoying admin, and then go to bed.
My work situation is a lock down. No internet time, in fact no internet on our computers. So, unlike Gaunilo, I cannot make more productive use of my work time by blogging. Hence, the little free time I do find, the shards pieced together from the life shattered by a corporate jauggernaut (waah), are devoted to more pressing matters.

8 comments:
Dude,
You totally need to read some Marx. It'll make sense now in a way it never did before. Trust me.
My transition was tough too. I remember experiencing a new kind of tired. Not the satisfying exhaustion after pulling an all-nighter but a deeper, more physical exhaustion followed by a weird numbness. But I think the worst part was the way I could actually feel and see (clocks, timecards) hours and days slipping away. Oh and that horrible trapped feeling when I couldn't take care of midday errands or go sit under a tree and read. I mean even required reading gives me the unique experience of being happily alone but tapped into something grand or at least other. Anyway, I feel ya. My only suggestion is to get knocked up. It totally worked for me. :)
Anon: yes, I've been thinking a lot about the "factory floor" and Marx/Engels' reflections on how time gets reworked based on the labor process. And even though I'm in a slightly more advanced situation (ie I'm working in front of a computer, not an assembly line), there still is a sense that the "foreman" is keeping an eye on all my/our doings.
Noirah: one of the hardest parts too is that all this time I'm burning away is devoted to someone else's gain and glory. It's not like I'm spending a ton of time working toward something that will really add up. Besides the paycheck and the ambiguous "transferable skills," vat de hell am I werkin foh? And as soon as you hear about some technology or procedure that'll allow me to get knocked up, lemme know!
What are you saying? That I wasted time at work by blogging?
God forbid! I'm shocked - shocked! - that you'd make such an accusation.
Actually, it's totally true. It took me a while to figure out why I was having such a hard time blogging once I left work.
*Duh.*
Anyway, good luck with that, brother. I find not sleeping helps. And remember, commenting on my blog is always more important than blogging on your own. We agree on that, right?
If I hear about such technology, I promise you'll be the second to know.
I hear ya! Loud and frickin' clear.
No internet at work? Wow. It's a scary scary world out there.
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