Woods & Trees

Monday mourning. Sitting  in my cubicle "pushing bits" when I'd rather be working on my art.

Overhearing fellow employee conversations concerning the intense stress of their oh-so-important projects.

Are we curing cancer? Is anyone's life in danger? Will this drastically improve the lives of our fellow humans?

No?

Then it's minutiae.

Just in one of those days...

Points of View

Last night, we were watching "The I.T. Crowd", a very hilarious brit-com. Look it up.

During one of the episodes, a character suggested an outing and another character declined stating his disdain for socializing.

"People What a bunch of bastards", was his response.

I thought this was hysterical and promptly tweeted and posted it IN QUOTES on Facebook. The responses I got were pretty funny. Ranging from "I completely agree" to "gee, what happened?" it was fairly obvious no one knew what I was referring to.

A good example of how we are always filtering things through our own experiences. What is funny to one may be upsetting to another and a closely held sentiment to a third.

I guess I might want to include footnotes to some of my more obscure references.

The Job.

I shouldn't complain. I have a "good job". The pay is decent, the hours are pretty set, and, unlike a LOT of people, I actually get benefits. So, as far as jobs go, I'm pretty fortunate.

The issue I have is that my job just doesn't  fit well.

I am a creative person. My job is technical. I want to paint, create music, work on video projects, and a myriad of other creative processes. I want to be able to get on my boat every time the weather is right and just sail away, letting the waters soothe my soul.

Instead, like so many others, I find myself watching the clock, dreaming of doing other things, and being ANYWHERE but at my desk. I come up with plans of doing what I really WANT to do as soon as I get home. Then, I get home and I'm so drained from the day's work that my creativity has ebbed down to nothing. I do some chores, eat dinner, catch up on family news, and collapse into bed, exhausted, only to wake up the next day and do it again.

I know I'm not alone in this and I'm not railing against the occupation that enables me to provide for my family and indulge those creative and enjoyable practices.

Really. I'm not.

As Drew Carey once said, "It's called ' work'. Theres a support group. We meet at the bar."

Better get back to it...