Are you at work?

[Me-Ike]

^ Ah yes, I faintly remember those days. The sleeping in, the watching of too much tv, the eating without restrained. Those were the days. I miss yesterday.

But because I have already ditched my new resolution of writing at least a paragraph before I return here, tell me, which episode of the X-Files did you watch? I've just recently re-discovered the show.

 

[iguana_tonante]

Look at this, all you other bums with your breaks and vacations, he is at work.
It's the "at work but not actually working" part I like best.

It's basically my lifestyle. I spend way too much hours in my office, but that's just because I always juggle between work and pleasure. Don't get me wrong: I work hard and I work well, but I can't stay focused for too long on one issue or I'll get bored and become useless. My mind need constant stimulation to keep working at peak. So right now on my desktop I have four word editors with different section of my thesis (god bless LaTeX), two plot-making programs, three web browsers (two work-related, one leisure), and my mail client. That's my typical work environment.

So how do you silence that nagging thing at the back of your mind?

Years of experience, my dear. Years of experience...

 

[Me-Ike]

So how do you silence that nagging thing at the back of your mind?

Years of experience, my dear. Years of experience...

Apart from that (which I don't doubt), you have already answered the question.

To quote you:

I work hard and I work well, but I can't stay focused for too long on one issue or I'll get bored and become useless. My mind need constant stimulation to keep working at peak.

So you have convinced yourself (be it true or not) that you cannot work without permanently enjoying yourself at the same time; thus, the conscience has no choice but to grant you your stints of useless fun on the side if the actual work is to be of any merit.

Bravo, sir, bravo! I bow before your ingenious circumvention of mankind's most useless appendix.

 

[backstept]

yes I am at work

 

[iguana_tonante]

I work hard and I work well, but I can't stay focused for too long on one issue or I'll get bored and become useless. My mind need constant stimulation to keep working at peak.

So you have convinced yourself (be it true or not) that you cannot work without permanently enjoying yourself at the same time; thus, the conscience has no choice but to grant you your stints of useless fun on the side if the actual work is to be of any merit.

Bravo, sir, bravo! I bow before your ingenious circumvention of mankind's most useless appendix.

Well, now that you put it that way, I can't disagree with you.

When work and fun are so intimately intertwined, how you can tell when one stop and the other begin?

 

[Me-Ike]

When work and fun are so intimately intertwined, how you can tell when one stop and the other begin?

Oh, I have a pretty good system which I use to keep those two distinctly seperate: when I frown it's work, when I smile it's fun.

Works quite well, I must say. Back to frowning.

 

[iguana_tonante]

When work and fun are so intimately intertwined, how you can tell when one stop and the other begin?

Oh, I have a pretty good system which I use to keep those two distinctly seperate: when I frown it's work, when I smile it's fun.

Works quite well, I must say. Back to frowning.

Then you should find a job that makes you smile! No, really, it sounds corny but that's it. I'm a lucky guy, I like my job (even if sometimes it makes me mad or disappointed), but even if you have the dullest job in the world, sneak in with some fun while doing it. Put headphones with music you like. Think about what are you going to eat tonight. Picture all you coworkers naked and covered with brilliant colored Jelly-O. The possibilities are endless!

 

[Geckothan]

Not only am I not at work, I don't even have a job.

 

[Me-Ike]

^ Good tips, all of them. I am even already adhering to them, too. Listening to music I like, sneaking in the fun by being here, picturing a young Mulder ... let's just say I'm picturing him. So I am actually am smiling.

I even like what I am doing, loving it actually, it's just this stupid paper which annoys me a little. But my whining is blowing things out of proportion, only because I enjoy the occasional whine-fest.

Walter is a decent guy who blubbers on a little too much from time to time, but he won't last forever. After this I'll be back to linguistics.

How is your work coming along?

Not only am I not at work, I don't even have a job.

The smiley indicates enjoyment nonetheless? If so, good for you. I read in the Are you depressed thread that this is taking it's toll on you, but when you are positive you'll be out of that situation in no time.

 

[An Officer]

Funny how the TBBS can seem like a great big fun-house beckoning when you have things waiting for you to do... but, when you finish them, and you get online to enjoy yourself, it doesn't feel quite as appealing as it did when you were supposed to be doing something else! Once you have mastered that contrary nature inside youself, you can rule the world.

I haven't quite managed it myself yet.

 

[Me-Ike]

Once you have mastered that contrary nature inside youself, you can rule the world.

Pffft, I ain't gonna wait that long! Rule the world now, I say! (Talking to myself, naturally.)

But yes, the TrekBBS seems like the epitome of fun when work is waiting. What I find most unfair, though, is how even those things which you wouldn't do voluntarily unless you are absolutely forced to seem to be the world's most promising distractions: cleaning the house, waxing your legs, writing granny.
See? I think I just made myself sigh because I am not holding a vacuum cleaner in my hand.

Edit: Time for toilet break no 27.

 

[Roshi]

Nope, I'm on summer break (from July 1st to September 3rd).

 

[Me-Ike]

^ Another one of those.

Seriously, I feel like making a poll. How many people are actually working today? Feels like apart from us unhappy few here (who are vastly outnumbered), the world is one big party currently. Might just be my perspective, though.

 

[iguana_tonante]

^ Good tips, all of them. I am even already adhering to them, too. Listening to music I like, sneaking in the fun by being here, picturing a young Mulder ... let's just say I'm picturing him. So I am actually am smiling.

I think my sexy sense is ringing. Ah, the pleasures of an over-active imagination at work. The torrid, rakish daydreaming of pleasures untold... Ehm, sorry, what were we talking about?

How is your work coming along?

Quite well, I guess. Obviously, the fact that I'm trying to fit three years of totally unrelated work into a single, purposeful research project is almost making me cry with exhaustion, but that's a given when writing a thesis, I guess.

On the other hand, I'm an unmitigated perfectionist, so nothing I do looks good enough to me until the last second, but I submitted the stuff I did to my supervisor (before she left for adventures untold in Darwin's bosom) and she appreciated it very much. So I guess I'm doing good, even if I can't seem to be able to manage my effing plots.

 

[Me-Ike]

People, this has been fun. But I'll go back to work for another hour, minus distractions, and then call it quits for today.

Enjoy this thread! Not too much, mind you.

Edit: Oh well, answering one more comment.

 

[Vulcan Princess]

It's just before 7:00 AM here, so I'm getting ready to leave for work.

 

[Me-Ike]

^ Good tips, all of them. I am even already adhering to them, too. Listening to music I like, sneaking in the fun by being here, picturing a young Mulder ... let's just say I'm picturing him. So I am actually am smiling.

I think my sexy sense is ringing. Ah, the pleasures of an over-active imagination at work. The torrid, rakish daydreaming of pleasures untold... Ehm, sorry, what were we talking about?

We weren't talking. We were both trapped in our minds, undressing the dressed, heating up the unheated, and ignoring the unignorable.
The mind does the funniest things when it's supposed to put words on paper.

How is your work coming along?

Quite well, I guess. Obviously, the fact that I'm trying to fit three years of totally unrelated work into a single, purposeful research project is almost making me cry with exhaustion, but that's a given when writing a thesis, I guess.

On the other hand, I'm an unmitigated perfectionist, so nothing I do looks good enough to me until the last second, but I submitted the stuff I did to my supervisor (before she left for adventures untold in Darwin's bosom) and she appreciated it very much. So I guess I'm doing good, even if I can't seem to be able to manage my effing plots.

I can only imagine the tortures of a thesis, but I do not envy you. Good luck is all I can say, I guess. I'm sure you are faring better than you allow to admit to yourself. Perfectionists usually do.

 

[Snow]

Nope. Canadian holiday.
And it's not raining.
Life is just too sweet for words.

 

[Laren]

I just got home from work. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't post from the office, since they don't give me a computer. While I am getting the hang of other people doing the typing for me, it's really annoying not to be able to access the internet for research.

I'm off to fix myself a latte macchiato and relax...

 

[Chekov's Phaser]

Nope. Been off since June 5th, and I don't go back to work for another two weeks.