Picking Up the Bits

Odd, or maybe not, one day on, the day after My Sky Fell In, and I was...okay about it. Okay enough. Scrambling some through another weekend busy in other, un'work-related obligations, catching up, and diversions...okay, Sunday night over'playing Hitman Blood Money (gleefully getting it right)...and in revisiting the bits of my sky somewhat scattered over the floor, I’m no longer feeling as shattered.

Felt...urghhh!...shaking out my shoulders this moment, trying to mimic my gloomy mood last Thursday, when the reality struck in the shape of my employer’s web filter that I might not have access...at work...to my fave website, that properly I shouldn’t be visiting during the workday they pay me for.

And there's the meat n' potatoes of that reality, explaining my sanguine mindset. Their machine. Their network. I'm there, and paid, to do their job.

I shouldn't rant about how I'm there from eight 'til late, basically grab breaks, for coffee, or tea, at my desk, and lunch, however long lunch might be before I'm compelled away by the work. It's the nature of the job, and the small office. And no matter that my visits to Protag were like short coffee breaks. Nor that I've made efficient play from multi-tasking, convinced these brains of ours actually are pre-wired for it... .

I am ranting. Oh, well. A bit of scribbling exercise, lets call it. The short of my adaptation, then.

Work constantly pulls me from job to job, anyway. Only could ever pop in, glimpse the goings on at Protagonize, then have to go. Attempting to post, while at work, always has been problematic — frazzling's the word — Supposedly lunchtime, supposedly I'd have the time, so I'd post, then be pulled away by something at work needing immediate doing, before I can do a proper read-through and edit. Shifting lunchtime around — earlier, later — doesn't work. Because the work comes...whenever. That was why I started staying late, then later, then into the eve, savouring the useful quiet after the place emptied out. One bad habit upon another: and all that turning a place of employment into my writing study...where I'd never have the time for doing it right.

That little web filter of theirs has set me in the right direction, then. Protagonize still works at work. Perhaps always will. Perhaps they're only concerned over the big social networking sites, the ones ever in the news, FaceBook and YouTube. Or, perhaps they're logging user activity, and it's only a matter of when they might flip another switch. For now, then, during my inbetween moments at work, I'll just continue my good habit of little offline jottings, on recycled scraps of paper, or Word docs. Keep my mental meanderings close. So I can take them home easily. And, however long Protag's still accessible, go visit it, even more briefly than before, only noting the interesting maybe's for later, at home. Go visit Protag during lunch: they can't begrudge me that.