Monday Shambles

For all that I’m coming off what was effectively a three day weekend into a payday week, today has been pretty shit. Down, lonely, grey, and dreary. Thankfully it felt like it moved fairly quickly.

But that got me thinking, why would we be thankful for that? We’ve got what, 80 years or so? A child for maybe a quarter of that, too old to be as active as we’d like for a quarter of that, asleep maybe a third of the time,  and we can be glad a day went fast? This was a thought that made me stop in my tracks and take a good look around. I don’t want to waste my time. I want to get up and get out. Do things. Feel things. Don’t waste days.

Millennial Drama

I’m willing to bet my right testicle that you’ll be aware of, have read, seen, sniffed, or heard of an article concerning millennials and what they love/like/hate/are destroying. Or something like that. I genuinely love them. It’s a fact. They’re great.

A ‘millennial’ is the generic handle given to someone born roughly between 1980 and 1995. According to Wikipedia, anyway. You get a pretty broad spectrum in there, but mostly, the thing binding these people (hereafter reffered to as ‘us’, even though I have issue with catch-all terms, probably a shortcoming of individualism, but whatever) is the fact that they grew during some of the most impacting technological advancements. We grew up as certain technologies did, we remember dial-up, a time before Google, we only got mobile phones as we reached adult-, or early-, adulthood. There are loads of stuff that happened during our formative years. Loads.

I don’t know if we’re seen as a popular (read: easy) target for news outlets, reputable or not, but we seem to get a bad rap. Apparently we’re inherently lazy, yet are killing off golf, retailers, the NFL, the 9-5 workday, Canadian Tourism, banks, the wine cork and crowdfunding, to name but a few (thanks buzzfeed, which we’re probably going to kill soon). I find the last one pretty confusing, personally, as I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t exist in the same format without us, the generation raised on the internet.

We’re also entitled. We want everything right now, handed to us on an organic platter. We’re mercenaries, switching jobs to get a better title or more money, or an office closer to that taco place down the road. Please not if any office near any Wahaca restaurant is after a lazy, entitled millennial who occasionally writes shit, please, get in touch.

I’ll agree to the switching job thing. Definitely. I haven’t stayed anywhere longer than 2 years. My first switch came about when I fell out with my boss over holiday entitlement. The second I found something with more prospects for advancements, better training and more sociable hours. The third when I moved to the other end of the country. Just the sheer effort of moving jobs so often debunks the ‘lazy’ claim, I think.

I love as well the stuff millennials are, from popular belief, meant to like. My old company actually did a video on it:

I’m not in it, just so you know. Probably hard at work being a lazy, spoilt, entitled brat somewhere. Drinking a latte. Out of an avocado. That’s an ironic thing now.

I’m not sure I have a point with what I’m writing tonight, probably just adding to the host of ‘Millennials are….’ posts out there. I just genuinely think it’s funny what people say about us. Some of it is baffling. Most of it is hilarious.

But we are the future, however you treat us.

Stay tuned to find out if millennials are vengeful, what happens next may shock you!

 

pstscrpt. I’m sorry for the phrasing above, I really hate those fucking irritating clickbait articles with taglines like ‘What happens next will shock you’, ‘You’ll never look at x the same way’, and ’10 reasons why x is y’. Horrible little arsey things. To say nothing of pretty much any social media post that starts with the word ‘when’.

pstpstscrpt. Fully aware I linked a buzzfeed article. I know I’m a hypocrite. Pshah.

Incomplete To-do List

As I so often do before I leave work for the day, I wrote a small to-do list for this evening. Most of the time they sit there on my desk, forgotten, but this one was about the right length to be actually achievable. Especially given that it was only about ten steps long, and one of those was to make and eat dinner (always gonna happen).

The reason I include those things that are virtually guaranteed to be done is that when something gets crossed off a list, it gives you a little boost. That tiny hit of dopamine combined with the Zeigarnic effect (tldr; incomplete tasks are remembered better than complete ones; completing tasks sequentially means your memory performs better on the next task etc) boosts productivity. At least to me. There’s probably some more neuroscience in there that gives you reasons and figures and stuff, but in essence, to-do list = good.

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Excuse the stock image.

Anyway, I’m probably not gonna make my way through the whole list. Couple of reasons why, first off I managed to smash my phone today. Properly take it out of commission. Which has led to me making time to see what is more financially sensible – upgrading early or paying for a screen fix. Oh, and find a temporary replacement so I’m not fully out of contact. Another was to actually call a friend I haven’t spoken to in a long while, which obviously isn’t gonna happen (sorry Liz) until the replacement actually starts working, which could take a while.

But that’s okay though, because all of those things are things that needed to then be done, hence listworthy, and were done, hence crossed off the list. My productivity is still ticking over, ‘cos I’m still moving towards the end of that list. The stuff I won’t be able to do? Straight on tomorrow’s list, which will then be ticked off, one by one, and the cycle will continue. I’m pretty sure I’ve gushed about how much I fucking love lists before (link was meant to go here but I can’t find it) and it will always be true and not far from the front of my mind.

Sometimes you’ll find you’re in the wrong mood, or mindset, to do something that you’ve been planning all day, or week, or weekend, to do, and that’s okay too! It’ll just carry forward, not forgotten, until the day comes when you’re finally ready to do the thing. Which is the whole point I guess.

Pathetic post, but now I can cross it off my list!

What a lacklustre performance

– this is quite literally what I’ve just been thinking to myself, reflecting on my evening. It’s not too often I have one fully on my lonesome, and when they do happen it’s usually a blur of productive positivity, blissful relaxing, and soothing quiet. Take yesterday for instance; I managed to update my linkedin and reed profiles (not linking them here, but feel free to let me know if you fancy hiring me), add a little to my ‘about me’ and ‘this blog’ pages, added a picture, made dinner, tidied up. I even managed to go to the gym and do a food-shop.

Tonight, in comparison, the most productive thing thus far, has been having a bath and remembering to eat. Hooray for adulthood. It’s definitely all in my head then, all external interaction has been virtually the same, other than the gym. And weather. Yeah you could argue that the rush of positive endorphins lasted the entire evening and aided clear thinking and creativity…except I’d done half the shit before I went there. I didn’t even want to go, the only reason I ended up there is ‘cos I was already dressed for it.

am a believer that the way you dress subtly alters the way you think. For instance, if I’m not sat down relaxing I will always have a pair of trainers on (light as possible), in which I will potter about, doing a fair few things at once. And I’m happy like that, most of the time. But despite this, there do come days where one just…slows down. Goes a bit numb. Times when simply having dinner and getting washed feels like an achievement. Like tonight.

Yes I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself. But I’m also pretty pissed off.

I came in from work full of good intentions, a smile on my face, ready to do something that would positively impact my life or mood. And I didn’t. I wasted my night.

Tomorrow will be better.

Other People’s Titles Are Really Intimidating

Seriously. I open up WordPress and this is what I see. That’s really off-putting. I’m never going to be able to write something that serious and intellectual-sounding. Ever. I get that it’s probably the writer’s full time gig, which takes some of the pressure off me (even if I’d like to be a full time writer I’d probably never be that knuckled down or clued in).

I even went for a run tonight in search of inspiration. I vastly misjudged the distance and found only pain, sweat, and heat. It did give me some nice fresh air and a reason to shower, however, which was relaxing enough to get my brain nice and loose, able to tip from one idea into another fairly easily.

A fairly good example of this is right now, when all of a sudden I’m thinking about making some overnight oats. Bit of a non-sequitur, but that’s pretty much what it’s like. It’s now too late for me to make overnight oats. And I’m nicely sat down just chillin’. So screw that.

Did anyone catch that leaked GoT episode this week? Don’t worry, it’s rhetorical. The question, not the leak. Yeah, I both did and didn’t. Managed to accidentally navigate the jungles of the interweb to it, then decided, yeah nah I want to wait and watch it with the missus. Points for me, ‘cos I heard it was fuckin’ amazing. And people cried. Possibly died.

Elsewhere in life, it’s practically Friday so I’m practically chilled out. My goal for Friday is to get some pictures or something up in here because I imagine just text posts are pretty boring to view. Sorry about that.

Contemplating Productivity

I love lists. Properly love them. I’ve got lists for music I want to listen to, places I want to travel, recipes to cook, films to watch, things I’d like to buy, to-do lists, to think-about lists, lists of work that need doing, lists of possible jobs I might enjoy, lists of degrees I’m eligible for a loan for. Lots of lists. I’m pretty good at this point at making lists.

What I’m struggling to do at the minute, is make a start on any of these lists. The limiting factor on the surface would be time. But I’ve logged a couple of my days and let me tell you, there is a lot of time wasted. Consistently and properly. On a daily basis I probably spend more time looking at food menus for places I’ve already been (and enjoyed – wouldn’t look at a crappy menu, after all) than I spend listening to music. Which is pretty sad when you think about it. It used to be that on a daily basis I’d listen to 8 hours straight of whatever-the-hell-I-felt-like, then go home and have something really chillsy in the background whilst I actually made some progress in my life

The difference, then, is the living situation and me feeling comfortable. But that is extremely unfair. I likely could still get away with music on tap at work. Then again at home. So what’s stopping me? The sight of my surroundings?

What I’m starting to think now is simply that complacency is setting in. I’m so close to the goal I’ve nursed for a number of years, i.e. having a house, and getting to pursue the next goal, that I’m just in a state of constant impatience and mentally already there. It’s so close to being achieved that I’m no longer working towards that, and I’m virtually free to pursue something else I want. Which means basically that my head is up my arse,  I have no desire to pursue progress at work in a career I don’t want, I’m weighing up the money I need and the lifestyle I want, against different jobs I’d enjoy more that would nudge my admittedly juvenile mind into alignment with what I actually want to do. Which is about as fluid as it could be right now.

I need to:

  • Find some motivation
  • Stop second guessing myself
  • Focus on things one step at a time
  • Stick in until each goal is reached
  • Extract head from arse
  • Think about what I want
  • Think about what I enjoy

See, I told you I fucking love lists.

Day log 2

7am  – Have actually been awake for a while now, wrapped in a duvet like a toasty cinnamon bun. The usual ‘Do I even need this job’ refrain in the background, but the song stuck in my head, bizarrely, is the one they sing in the boozer in Beauty and the Beast. No idea why, nor that I even remembered the thing enough to have it playing on repeat.

8am – Just sat down at the desk of perpetual nightmare. It’s untidy, shock. Of the few that work in the office, they usually ask why there’s so much paperwork cluttering it. It’s because I get all the fucking paperwork. And the smallest desk. And usually if there’s something they need doing fairly urgently, it comes to me. Meaning I don’t get to touch my paperwork. Yet still they wonder.

9am – Coffee time. I miss Brighton, where the coffee was hand delivered by Small Batch, and was effectively on tap. Hourly mugs full of sweet liquid death. The glory days. Now I’m that stressed I have to limit to a couple cups a day. Max. It’s awful. I didn’t realise when we moved from there to here just how nice the liberal atmosphere in work was. I miss pints at lunch, wearing shorts and a tee, not being frowned upon for having tattoos, etc.

10am – Can’t decide if I’m having hunger pangs or the same stomach pain I’ve had for the past couple days. I am desirous of a taco, but then again, I’m always desirous of a taco. I could be eating a taco and be eyeing up the next one on my plate. It would be terrified. The amount of work that has been done today isn’t massive. I have a great looking to do list, but not really entered into it that much. Shock.

11am – Walk time. It’s actually lovely outside, warmer than the chillbox I just left. The fresh air is nice, and I always tend to think more of the future and what I could be doing to get there when I’m outside. Unfortunately the second I’m back inside I get hit with another task to do, which kills both the enthusiasm and the knowledge.

12pm – The office has gone strangely quiet. All conversations have stopped. Seems suspicious. Upshot is that I have a nice little window to write this. A little progress has been made on my to-do list, by which I mean things have been done, rather than the list has gotten longer. I’m running out of post-it room anyway, which I guess represents the amount of time I have in the workday?

1pm – Generally I forget about lunch. Partially due to the laziness the night before, partially because there’s nowhere within walking distance to sit and chill with it away from my desk. Today, however, I brought myself a bit of Chinese curry in, and it was divine. The kind of sauce that tastes like heaven at 3am with your chips when it’s raining. Yum. I’ve still got plenty of work to do, but I feel a little more, dare I say, positive, about it? In that it will most likely fill my time until I get to go home and just chiiiiiill. Even though home isn’t the ideal relaxing environment.

2pm – This is the odd time of the day where I get energised by a short walk in the lovely outdoors, but have to fight through the early afternoon sleepiness. I generally ridicule my friends who take a couple hours worth of nap in the middle of the afternoon in their days off, but damn me if I wouldn’t go for one right now. I wonder if there’re any shops nearby stocking hammocks

3pm – One football (soccer) match worth of work to go. Does anybody else measure stuff like that? Money, for me, get’s grouped into however many beers I can get, on the assumption that a pint costs a fiver. Heaven forfend when I buy the house or car. Or would it scale? This car is x pints, this house is x cars, etc etc. Actually I like the idea of someone asking how much my mortgage is worth, and instantly replying ‘Oh, about thirty thousand beers’. Note: I don’t have a mortgage yet and it probably won’t be for that much.

4pm – This is a decent turn. Everybody else has gone home leaving me to chill out for the last portion of the day. And a bit of an early finish. Nice Thursday night score. I might treat myself to a beer on the way home. Might. I’m pretty cheap right now so probably won’t. At best walk to the pub later with my little laptop and hash out a few pages.

5pm – Admittedly, it’s about half past right now. That disconnect between work head and home head meant that I walked in the door, had a snack, got changed, then went outside to dick about with a wedge and some golf balls. It happens, I guess.

6pm – Oooooo my parcel has arrived. It wasn’t meant to be here until Monday, so that’s quite pleasing. I love getting mail anyway. The Channel 4 Simpsons episode tonight is pretty ironic; Lisa discovers Bart’s band broadcasting subliminal messages recruiting for the Navy. I wanted to join the Navy anyway. Maybe this is a sign.

7pm – Usually at this time I lament how fast the night is going and how unproductive I’ve been. Not feeling that tonight, for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the sun. There’s still plenty time left anyway, I plan on getting a whisky to go to bed with. Always helps me think.

8pm – Cheeky cider in hand. In the team for tomorrow; weakish side but means I’ll likely get to do more. Love the chance to do more. Gonna be tight though, we’ve got a house viewing booked. And I’m playing at being a taxi after the game. Seems like I’ve just lost my Friday evening. Ah well.

9pm – Fed and GoT is one. Seen it before but watching people’s reactions to it is often as good as seeing it for the first time. Almost. Getting some hateful looks for typing whilst it’s on – can’t exactly help the noise but will stop from courtesy anyway.

10pm – I’ll be in bed shortly. Yeah, I know, 25 year old in bed before 11, how boring, blah blah blah. I like sleep. I like reading before sleep. I also, since I’m not living in a liberal party city any more, have to at least appear fresh and sober for my job. Regardless of how I feel about it. Night night. Don’t let your fictive, destructive headmates bite.