Thursday, January 05, 2006

One Diet Coke In and Already I'm Done

I know this is an early morning post...usually I need a full day of work before I'm geared up to write anything even remotely pithy...but I've already cracked open a vanilla and I think this question MUST be asked.

IS IT SO WRONG FOR ME TO WISH THAT I LIVED A LIFE OF LEISURE? Is it wrong to wish and hope that I will get clipped by a bus/car/motorcycle/vespa just enough to maim me moderately and let me live in relative comfort from the settlement? Is it terrible of me to envy the winner of the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes and damn Utah for not having a lottery?

I know there are a few well meaning people who will tell me that if I didn't work, I would get bored with my days. I BEG TO DIFFER. I am an inventive girl. I promise you, that if my dream came true, I would find plenty to fill my days. How does this sound? Wake up around 8, go to the gym for a leisurely work out, making sure to leisurely do my weight training (which normally gets the boot in the interest of another 15 minutes of sleep), come home make a leisurely weight watcher recipe breakfast and take a leisurely bath in some yummy smelling bath stuff. My daytime activities could include but are not limited to: Reading a book, playing my guitar, painting something, calling a friend who is stuck at work actually working, going to DI and leisurely buying a hair crimper from 1986 and then going back home and leisurely crimping my hair, volunteering at a shelter, taking a leisurely class at the U, stopping at every convenience store/grocery store/wal*mart in search of the ever elusive Diet Black Cherry Vanilla Coke (they have billboards up on I-15 which tease and entice, but I've yet to actually see the holy grail of coke products in the flesh), hand washing my delicates (haha), filing my important documents, writing a book, writing a blog, writing a letter...

Anyway, you get it. The list goes on and on. I could thrive in this environment and I would certainly not take my leisure for granted. Not that I hate my job or anything...on the contrary, I actually love it since I HAVE to have a job...but I don't mind dreaming about the grass on the other side. I'll be the one in the outreach meeting, staring out the window pretending to listen, with stars in my eyes as I watch the people leisurely strolling to lunch.


Synergy said...

I'm with you all the way. When people ask my friend what he wants to be after college he answers: "retired or a philanthropist". I too have secret and not so secret agendas that would fill every lovely hour. Clean rooms, sewing galore etc... I have to ask though, how is it that this blog has been up for more than 24 hours without Adam mentioning World of Warcraft as a leisurely option. Since he hasn't I will. Ok, not really.

Anonymous said...

I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully disheveled: four units. It's amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I'd ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?