Homework
While in college, I accomplished very little work during the daylight hours. Instead, readings, papers and the occasional interactive media installation were accomplished mostly in the wee hours of the morning, accompanied by copious amounts of Diet Coke and dining hall conversation. In the working world, things are a little different. I show up at the office around nine o’clock, sit down in front of my computer, and am expected to be productive for roughly 9-14 hours. After this, I’m free to go home and do whatever I’d like until the next weekday morning at nine.
Though it took some getting used to, there are some advantages to this arrangement. First, I no longer require multiple liters of Diet Coke followed by consecutive nights awake followed by consecutive days in bed in order to accomplish something. At least as importantly, I almost never have homework. Since productivity is basically forced on me during the day, my nights can be used for ‘me time.’ You know, things like… I don’t know, reading I guess. Or balancing my checkbook? Or whatever. The point is, I own my nights.
Except now my brain is reverting to its old ways.
For the past several days, I’ve been dreaming of spreadsheets. Not in a fantastical way either. Instead, my brain logically sorts through whatever problem I spent the previous day working on, and I wake up with a list of what to do when I start again. I don’t know what to make of this, except that I’m pretty sure this is something like double jeopardy and it should be illegal in this, and every country.