Travis, how can I know that you’re busy if you don’t post on me to tell me so? It’s not like I can call you and ask how’s it goin’?
Did anyone ever tell you you’re a smartass, blog?
Yeah. (pause) Once.
Don’t you threaten me, blog. I’m superadmin. I can delete you before you even have time to rebuild.
Hey, hey hey. Let’s not get hasty. I’m just sayin’ that if you want me to know you’re busy, you have to let me know, that’s all. What have you been busy with, anyway?
Then there was, looking back, lunch with Judd, dinner with Mandy, breakfast with the Rovers, dinner with a bunch of close friends, and sprinkled throughout, tons and tons and tons of work.
Meanwhile, I’ve got my sister calling to let me know about her newest career plans, my Mom calling with computer questions and the vague hint of how her business is doing, Susie doing her best duck imitation (calm on top of the water, paddling like hell underneath) and it all adds up to freneticism.
Oh, also today the tree in the backyard of our house in Pasadena fell over into our pool, and a trailer filled with the last of our stuff departed Pasadena bound for Vancouver. At no small expense. Where will we put it?
Did I mention I need to get my cholesterol checked? That I’ve been putting it off since, hmmm, 2004?
OK, OK, I get the picture --
Pictures? Don’t even get we started about that. I used to take lots of pictures. now, I take very few, and don’t even have time to post them.
-- jeez, OK, chill. Hit a nerve, I guess.
Don’t get me wrong, blog. I’m having a good time overall. It’s just that there’s a whole lot going on, and that doesn’t leave me a lot of time to relax and contemplate. I could do with a little more inefficiency, some wiggle room and waiting period where I can reflect and relax. More ferry rides and waiting rooms, less email and weekend deadlines.
I hear ya.
But hey, thanks for checking up on me. It’s nice to know someone something cares.
“The superior man contains the means in his own person. He bides his time and then acts. Why then should not everything go well? He acts and is free. Therefore all he has to do is to go forth, and he takes his quarry. This is how a man fares who acts after he has ready the means.”
“kindergarchy n. Rule or domination by children; the belief that children’s needs and preferences take precedence over those of their parents or other adults.”
“As in 2007, the average U.S. worker has 14 vacation days this year. Just across the Canadian border, our counterparts get an average of 17 vacation days annually. But if you want a real “vacation envy” complex, consider the vacation banks of European workers. France tops the list with an average of 37 days, followed by Italy (33 days), Spain (31), the Netherlands and Austria (28), Germany (27) and Great Britain (26). “
there's good busy - like just busy enough to make it seem like you're important. and there's bad busy - like you only have time for work and drinking beer, eating breakfast and playing video games with your friends.
congrats! you're bad busy. sorry.
if you want, i can help you out like shane does. maybe i can take photos and post them to your flikr account for you? that might be fun!
Posted by Jason at 12:50 pm on Jan. 24, 2006
Just think of how nice the calm will feel when things finally settle down. If you didn't have a completley hectic stressful time to compare it to, it just wouldn't feel as nice.
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