Overtime

2-5-2006 - 2:53 p.m.

Apparently the only thing cooler than having a blog is having a blog and then abandoning the blog, which makes me the coolest girl in Chicago.

I think I am becoming one of those sad creatures who thinks about work all the time. It's a change for me, and I hate it. But I've noticed that I am checking my Blackberry on Saturday afternoons now, and that's just fucking scary. I am so afraid of becoming one of those zombied-out commuters I see on the subway. You know, the kind that always tries to impress you with how much overtime they work. Like it's some kind of fucking accomplishment that they get to work at 6 in the morning and leave at 6 at night. It doesn't make you cool, it just makes you pathetic and creepy.

But I've noticed that I take a silent joy in sending emails on Sundays so the recipients will see that I was working over the weekend. That's so fucked up. I really need stop, because it will never be enough.

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