I worry sometimes that my employers will decide that any impression of helpfulness they may have received from me at one point or another has been pure farce. I rolled in to work today at a few minutes to noon -- yes, I called to say I would be late, and nobody seemed to care, but I am still troubled by this little niggly bit of anxiety that 'I'm gonna get in SOOO MUCH TROUBLE' or something. When do I get to stop worrying about getting in trouble, for heaven's sake? Like they are going to shake their fingers at me and call me a bad person or something. Ah, well. Some habits, it seems, are hard to break.
That last statement applies equally well to the concept of slacking off. Even after I go through all this feeling guilty for coming to work late, I have spent my afternoon reading up on Robert Jordan and the Wheel of Time series -- book 10 due out on Jan. 7, which is, incidentally, when he will be signing books in Manhattan, praise the day! And just a very few days ago, Tor Books released an excerpt. Chapter 1 of the upcoming installment in what I think might be the most tremendously long saga ever in the history of reading. I just spent 20 minutes reading it. Twice.
Let me clarify, by the way; I do get done everything that needs to get done. I am not neglecting my job...very much. I just choose to allocate my time so that I waste a lot of time, and then squish my work-related activities in to the smallest, most jam-packed, deadline-ridden, stressful bit of the day. I find things are much more enjoyable that way. Keeps me on my toes.