Posts Tagged ‘lazy’

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Suggestions of what to Blog from my lovely Girlfriend

February 22, 2010
  • Apartment hunting
  • People who are mean
  • Girlfriends who you love
  • Figure skating costumes
  • Things my girlfriend hates
  • Things not to blog about
  • The Good Wife
  • How to be sneaky
  • The fun of jean shopping
  • Stuffed animals
  • Shower sex
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Friday

February 19, 2010

Today is Friday.

For me, Friday is just like every other day of the week.  It’s a day where I probably won’t do something for money (that sounds sexy/gross!) and it’s a day where I’ll waste most of it procrastinating.

Take today, for example.  My alarm went off at 8AM.  To convince myself to get out of bed at 8AM, I programmed the coffee machine to make coffee at 8AM.  Unfortunately, wanting-to-stay-in-bed Alex is too smart for sieze-the-day Alex, in that I remembered the machine will keep the coffee warm for 2 hours.  I stayed in bed, intermittently having the craziest dream (that I can’t remember… sigh) between brief bouts of sleep, kinda like hitting the pause/play button.

Eventually I got out of bed, made myself some breakfast.  Fail #2 of the day: I am no good at timing breakfast.  Either the coffee I poured myself goes cold, the omelette goes cold, the toast goes cold, or I don’t look cool enough while chopping up a banana.  Or, like today, ALL THREE!

After eating my lukewarm (not lukeworm) breakfast, I decide it’s time to get to work.  Instead I spend time reading stuff on the internet.  Web comics (future post!), nerdy news sites, real news sites, art link blogs, food link blogs, blog blogs.  I’m really good at the internet, guy.

THEN it’s time to start working… after a shower.

Ok, I sit down to work, but what happens? The phone rings.  It’s about a money job.  I spend half an hour talking to two people: one who understands technology, and one who absolutely doesn’t.  Ok, that’s out of the way.

The phone rings again! Another money job.  My final days before I lose my life to “regular employment” are not very productive.  Another half an hour talking about equipment, operators, days, rates, and our plans for never seeing loved ones ever again.

OK.  Now that that’s out of the way, it’s time to get started.  Instead, I look at houses on craigslist.  Why am I doing this?  Because I am SO GOOD at procrastinating.

Now it’s 1:45, and I have 15 minutes (instead of 6 hours) to impress myself and actually work on this spec.  Unless, of course, I think of something better to do…