How not to work
Sep. 26th, 2013 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantMy friends, I kind of hate my job. It rewards routine precision. Thinking outside the box is not only not helpful, it actually makes you less good at the job and makes things difficult for other people.
My preference is to work creatively and quickly, and to leave detail-level accuracy to people who are actually good at it (i.e. people who are not me). However, they're paying me, and I don't want them to hate me.
So the hack I've discovered -- the only way I can actually do the work with the level of accuracy required -- is that I have to compete with myself to see if I can maximize the length of time I spend doing each document. I mean, I have to be in good faith working on the document, mind you, and not playing Zuma's Revenge on my phone, but basically I have to approach each document as if someone I have a crush on is in my office, and as soon as I've finished the document, my crush will leave.
Until about lunchtime, I was feeling very sad, because all week long I've been staggering off to bed at 8:30 thinking, "I hate this job, and it takes so much out of me that I'll never have the energy to look for another one!" And then quite suddenly at about 1:30, I discovered that I had been sick; I discovered it by talking to a co-worker who'd had the same symptoms, and also by getting well.
I'd had a headache and vomiting on Saturday night, followed by days of ongoing medium headaches, mild nausea, and general blah-yuck, but I was interpreting this as a strange sort of migraine followed by a week of hating my job. It was a revelation to figure out that it was just illness.
In other news, I wrote some half-dozen-ish words of something fannish today, which, pathetic as it is, is still a step in the right direction.
My preference is to work creatively and quickly, and to leave detail-level accuracy to people who are actually good at it (i.e. people who are not me). However, they're paying me, and I don't want them to hate me.
So the hack I've discovered -- the only way I can actually do the work with the level of accuracy required -- is that I have to compete with myself to see if I can maximize the length of time I spend doing each document. I mean, I have to be in good faith working on the document, mind you, and not playing Zuma's Revenge on my phone, but basically I have to approach each document as if someone I have a crush on is in my office, and as soon as I've finished the document, my crush will leave.
Until about lunchtime, I was feeling very sad, because all week long I've been staggering off to bed at 8:30 thinking, "I hate this job, and it takes so much out of me that I'll never have the energy to look for another one!" And then quite suddenly at about 1:30, I discovered that I had been sick; I discovered it by talking to a co-worker who'd had the same symptoms, and also by getting well.
I'd had a headache and vomiting on Saturday night, followed by days of ongoing medium headaches, mild nausea, and general blah-yuck, but I was interpreting this as a strange sort of migraine followed by a week of hating my job. It was a revelation to figure out that it was just illness.
In other news, I wrote some half-dozen-ish words of something fannish today, which, pathetic as it is, is still a step in the right direction.
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Date: 9/27/13 12:20 am (UTC)(God, having that sort of work crush would be worse than the flu.)
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Date: 9/27/13 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 9/27/13 06:48 am (UTC)Hee! I find that adorable!
In other news, I wrote some half-dozen-ish words of something fannish today, which, pathetic as it is, is still a step in the right direction.
*cheers* Sometimes, it's those little steps that add up to something big in the long run.
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Date: 9/27/13 01:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 9/29/13 07:01 pm (UTC)I recall from Heyer stuff that you have some kind of historical dirty slang dictionary, and this crucial question arose last night at my Tom Jones book group meeting.
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Date: 9/29/13 07:19 pm (UTC)Actually that makes me wonder, which definition came first, the unprintable one or the one where it's a fur-lined thing meant for warming your hands in ...
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Date: 9/29/13 07:24 pm (UTC)