I worked hard today. And it gave me a lot to think about…
Me: Today was hard.
Me: It was.
Me: What was up with all of those e-mails? I barely finished responding to one crisis when another one came at me.
Me: I know. It was quite a day.
Me: It’s a wonder that I didn’t just walk out. Exactly when did I sign up for this kind of rat race?
Me: What do you mean?
Me: I mean that I didn’t have a second to myself. I spent my entire day dealing with everyone else’s problems.
Me: So?
Me: SO – I didn’t respond to any of my personal e-mails, I didn’t write anything for my blog, I have about eleventy-hundred posts to catch up on in my reader, I didn’t run any of the errands I planned to do, and I could only take 30 minutes for lunch before I had to rush back to the office.
Me: So you’re saying that you “worked” today.
Me: YES…I mean…um…yes.
**Disclaimer: This post was based on several people and incidents and was not in any way autobiographical. It is strictly a commentary on the impact of social media on work ethic and not a direct representation of my own work ethic and/or daily office activity. It is a fictional account of reality as we now know it. At least that’s my story – and I’m stickin’ to it!
I don’t like days like that!
And, my kids are out of school and hogging the computer. My blogging time is severely limited.
Clever post, but I hate days like that too. Other people’s problems? Ugh! I hope tomorrow is better.
HAHA! This is SO the story of my life at work! I don’t know how many times I’ve run thru this very story to Chris when I’ve gotten home from work in the evenings. It usually ends with him saying, “So…you worked today??” and me ha-rumphing and explaining that he understands nothing. :)
You are hilarious. You have a best selling book in you and I want you to start writing it NOW!
The Disclaimer…fantastic!
:)
Well. I’m reading and responding to this at my dayjob … so, uh, yeah. I can relate to this fictional anecdote.
Your disclaimer is the best part. Social media distracts us all from what we’re “supposed” to be doing. I have a child who wet the bed last night, piles of laundry, a piano guy coming to work on our piano, and here I sit, trying to plow through my “eleventy-hundred posts” with my showered hair drying like Witchy-Poo’s.
I hate it when my inner voice is so rational!
I hate that!
Your conversations with yourself are as amusing as your converations with Eleanor! I was just posted today saying how I just don’t have enough time to write as much as I’d like!
Love the disclaimer.
I can’t even imagine the horror that is WORKING. Poor Kate.
Thanks for your comment on my blog…I really enjoy your sense of humor!
It’s terrible when you actually have to work instead of getting paid to blog and tweet :)
Ah, don’t you hate it when work gets in the way of life?
Crap! Anna See wrote EXACTLY what I was going to say.
I need to brush up on my bloggy commenting skills. If only I wasn’t so busy working! ;)
I love your sense of humor. You never disappoint! Sorry you didn’t get a second to yourself.
Much love from NJ,
Sue
xoxo
I had to “work” today too dang it! I hate it when I have to do that…
You are too funny. If I had a job, this would totally be a conversation I would have with myself :)
my word verification word is comedsi (ha, so close to comedy and just perfect for this post)
that fucking work always interferes with my blogging. (YEah, they give me great material- but come ON.)
days when you actually have to “work” suck.
Hahahaha!!
Even though that wasn’t about you at ALL I hope the next day goes better and the person(s) you’re representing has more computer/me time. ;)
I have had that kind of day for almost two weeks. It starts at 6 to get a jump on things and doesn’t end until 5 or 6. It is killer. I complained. Boss said let other people help. WHO? They have their own jobs. ME. Sure…he gets in at 10 and leaves at 3 and is more likely than not to be hungover.
Where is my winning lottery ticket?