Do they make a patch to thwart the cravings to blog?
So my self-imposed blogging exile came crashing down on my head by 3 p.m. I was helped by our Internet server's downtime this morning. However, after lunch, it was – much to my chagrin – up and running. Can't. Blog. Must. Get. Work. Done.
I "innocently" logged on to check my e-mail during a lull. Well, comments left on my blog are sent automatically to my e-mail inbox. Normally this is a feature I enjoy. I can do two things at once (check e-mail and blog comments) and respond to any comments directly that ask me a question or strike the appropriate nerve.
Because e-mailed comments are deleted after they are read, I didn't know the total number of comments that had been left today. So naturally, I logged on to my blog. Big mistake.
Those blogs listed at left called my name. Here's how it happened:
Dr. D linked to my fiction piece posted the past few days. Had to go to his blog to see what was up, of course.
Sassy hadn't updated since Monday, so I figured I'd take a peek. Oh no! A long entry I'll have to go back and read later. Was about to leave when I noticed her blogroll said "Fresh!" next to Allison the Head Kicker's blog. Had to check that out.
Then I went back to my blog. The names called again. So, Sweet Jezebel is alphabetically near Sassy on my list. She's usually got something provocative and intersting to say. Oh, and she's totally hott. So I visit her site and see she's participating in that blog-interview thing thats been spreading like a computer virus. Great stuff!
Then, of course, it's time for Secret Agent Jo, because she is good about updating her blog. She's doing the interview thing, too, and had posted questions she wrote for five people. Then she posts a challenge to answer all the questions and e-mail them to her. Well, I love a challenge and am too stupid to say "no."
Back at my blog, Rose the Great Googly Moogler tempted me because I know from her blog the past few days that the Pheonix area is having a gasoline shortage after a pipeline burst. No new news there, but another chronicle about her mother.
I'm taking a break now to do what else? Write a freakin' blog entry!
If you're addicted like me, don't feel bad. Here's what the nonblogging workforce does during the workday:
1. Steal office supplies.
2. Pick their noses.
3. Spend A LOT of time in the bathroom doing who-knows-what.
4. Spread gossip.
5. Smoke.
6. Look for another job.
7. Polish their resumes and secretly print them out on the fancy office printer.
8. Plan their vacation or wedding.
9. Look for a new house or new car.
10. View online porn.
11. Play Solitaire or similar monotonous game.
12. Go to fake doctor/dentist appointments to play golf/shop/interview for another job.
13. Have sex with someone from another department.
14. Wander around the office annoying their co-workers.
15. Look busy.
16. Eat Pringles®. Once you pop, you can't stop.
17. Kiss up to their bosses.
18. Link all their paper clips together to make fun jewelry.
19. Make personal phone calls all day.
20. Yoga.
Besides actually working or blogging, how do you spend your time during the day? Hope it's a good one, no matter what you do.
I can't blog from work (temp job). The only way to get on-line is to have aol, so I sit around in my spare time (it's plentiful) and play Freecell. I'd rather be doing something useful or fun, but given the choices...
I won't go into how I actually spend my day.....but I FEEL like I've been slamming my head against a brick wall.....for a week straight.
I surf the net. Um...I mean, I don't have time for any of that because I work so hard!!
Oh - I love the story by the way!
ha! good one. i try to exile myself from the blog but it doesn't really work.
what do i do besides blog and uh, work? i'll have to think really hard about that one and get back to you.
I walked in on a guy in my office looking at porn...talk about awkward!
I can't stop blogging at work and you've sort of made me feel less guilty, it's just so damn addictive.
since i'm the model worker-bee for my company, i spend all my hours at work being productive and ensuring the fiscal viability of the company in whole
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in otherwords, when i'm not fixing things other people break, i doodle on a notepad and websurf a lot.. ;)
Well T Bone, actually, I don't blog at work at all. This is all done from my home computer.
#s 10 and 14 on your list sound like good ideas though! ;-)
Have good weekend.
Sorry, that should be 13.
our work computers have a snapshot program on them, so no way can I get away with anything other than 'buisness'
so I read (allot, I work nights) clean, all calls I make are documented, so either people call me or I use my cell phone *g*, sketch web designs I'd like to try..and fix everyone else's f**k ups from the other 2 shifts
*sniffling* what I wasn't on the list of work intruptions *I'm crushed* LOL
13,14 and 19 seem rather interesting of items to do while not blogging.
T-bone, and you wonder why I haven't started up my blog yet? See what an example you've set? I'm most impressionable.
Lately -- I haven't had much playtime at work, what's up with that? I sneak in blog-reading and commenting when I can.
Usually this is when I'm *supposed* to be actively participating on conf calls.
Other than that -- we IM all of the time. Most of my coworkers are in other cities -- so we use it to synch up real time... Sometimes work stuff, sometimes sheer silliness, blatantly flirty or bordering on sexually harassment. :)
Damn, it's been too long since #13...
I *wish* I were blogging on company time. Unfortunately, since I work "for myself" as a dissertation-writing student, the more I blog the farther I am from finishing. Sigh.
I roam around the offices. Sitting at people's desks, bugging them about why they're so slow at what they do. Then I make fun of them. And touch all their papers and files.
No, I don't do that. Well, not all of it. I think a lot. About crap. And I organize my drawer, over and over. And I stare off into space...
and I ramble...
ooo, what fun things go on at real jobs!!! My job is fun, it's the hours that can get old. We're like a factory, with shifts coming in and out, the shifts are just about 5 hours long. There are 4 radio stations here in the same buliding, so there's alot of moving around. Then when we're done on air, the real fun beings. There's the football catch game down the hallway, the monkey immitations, rolling the keg down the hall, lumberjack style, catching naps on the old couch, kinda like college. Then there's the cool stuff, like catching news feeds, and converting sounds files to visual to edit them, planning charity events, kissing the ass of EVERY community event that exists, supporting school events, reading to the kids, plannign concerts, and dealing with artist egos....you know, the usual junk for us. It's like working in a nut house.
besides reading blogs in the morning....coffee is all that matters....lots and lots of coffee!!!
Blogging and writing in my notebook are the only thing that keep me sane. My notebook is just a bunch of strange thoughts that occur to me and because I want to keep thinking, I write the thoughts down instead of forget them. I also spend a lot of time talking a bunch of nonsense with my boss (it pays to be the favorite)
My brother used to work with a dude who had this method of sleeping on the job: First, you see, you have to drop your pen on the floor. That way, when you lay your head on your desk, you can let your other arm dangle in the air over the pen, so when the boss walks in, you can sit up, having just picked up the pen you dropped! Fool-proof, see?
This guy's title was overseer, and he (my brother) had this imitation of the boss griping about this guy- insert hilarious indian accent here- "Tim is the department overlooker! When anything has gone wrong, you can count on Tim to overlook it!"
Oh, I'm a model worker when I'm not blogging on the job!
Let's see, I take tea-breaks a lot. I walk around the office and trade sexual harrassments with the guys. Oh, yeah, and stare out the windows to see what traffic looks like going home.
Part of the last job I had (meaning, employed by other, not self-employed) was playing Internet games. (I wrote for a company producing software for multi-player on-line games.) The other two writers and I were on-line all day long, and sometimes we'd surf. I came across a blog by some acerbic chick who was very funny and very sarcastic. One of her readers had asked her to post a photo of her beaver. I laughed and told my co-writers what I was laughing about. I said, "I'll bet it's a picture of an actual beaver, the animal!" I clicked on the link right when the bosses walked in. It wasn't a picture of the animal. And it was a close-up. Ergh.
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