I started a very fun job in the city a few months ago. I look
forward to going to work every day. Many people wouldn't consider
it fun, but I can't help it.
These days, I try to keep my good, loyal friends as happy as I can,
but really I am focusing a lot on work. I get up in the morning,
often sleeping an hour or so through my alarms, hurry to get ready,
walk a mile to bart, jump on bart. If I'm lucky I will be able to
IM some friends on the 20 minute bart ride, while my blackberry's
internet connectivity is not blocked by the trans-bay tube or a
tunnel. Then I'll walk to work from the bart station, picking up a
coffee along the way, possibly continuing to IM, and get to work
half awake, nursing the extra large 4-shot coffee beverage I cling
to with my life. At work, there will be something needing to be
resolved, I will jump in to meetings, meeting after meeting, trying
to push through and keep the projects moving. It is its own world.
At the end of the day, a walk back to bart, my mind spinning with
all the little minutiae of the day, the things that might go wrong,
what has to be discussed with who, who is thinking what, what are
their real intentions? Who do they think they are? While more IMing
from my phone, this time standing in the middle of the train as it
is packed with commuters and I couldn't find a seat. In the tunnels
I'll relax and listen to music, maybe turning up the volume a few
notches. My blackberry's battery runs out, so I swap in the
replacement. Then the walk home, a late night snack, insomnia, a
sleeping pill, setting those alarms, switching up the times a
little and tweaking the sounds to make it harder for me to possibly
sleep through yet again for a whole entire hour!, some sleep, at
last, and then the alarms.
Oh, and on the weekends I might go sailing.
And my work at the above referenced job is a place that helps get
money to non profits and political groups.
That's what I'm doing with my life.