work

Apparently my work ethic has died. This a shame. I had a really good, strong, solid work ethic for years. I was capable, confident, efficient, and effective. Last week I noticed a change. I wanted to play MASH online(you remember the game from fifth grade: mansion, apartment, shack, house) and listen to Silverchair rather than be productive. Now it may be alarming that a 25 year old woman was playing mash (give me some credit--I did various versions: rock star, nba, elementary crushes, etc and had some extremely creative choices) but my attitude was even more alarming: I wasn't joyful and I was easily frustrated.

After my three day weekend, I decided this morning I should try to revive my work ethic. So after adding some music to my itunes library, checking the Chuck Norris fact generator, and sending a text message, I went straight to work--blogging.

I think I need someone to shake me & say: "what's your deal? sb, this isn't you! get to work!" I think I may end up organizing an intervention for the end of this week. Does that count as being productive? My attitude is much too flippant I fear. I'm honestly not concerned about my dead work ethic...maybe this means I should concentrate on finding a sugar daddy...