It’s not that I’m lazy. It’s that I just don’t care.
– Peter Gibbons in Office Space
I’m very busy at work these days. Not just busy meaning I’m involved in a lot of activities. But busy meaning that I’m working on projects that will add value to the business. Granted, I can’t seem to find time to leave work and go to the driving range anymore, but at least I’m not working on the mythical three year plan. Mythical because no one has ever actually seen it in action. Kind of like a Unicorn.
Being busy really is wonderful in a lot of ways. At “the company” I was not at all busy. I had way too much time to sit around and think about my life and the universe and how I into it all. I distinctly remember sitting at my desk, staring out of the window, and thinking of the very real possibility that the last few lines of my obituary would read “his spirit broken, Tire Shop spent the last few years of his life critiquing poetry.”
Tough. All of that is behind me now. No longer do I have the time to postulate on the contents of my obituary. No longer can I leave work at noon and head to the cigar shop to hang out with the old retired men for three hours. No longer am I able I paint my house while listening in to useless conference calls run by useless people. No longer can I wander uselessly through the building, spreading good cheer and cynacism to all.
From this point forth, my thoughts be busy or be nothing worth.
