Monday, April 09, 2007

Ugh.

It's time once again for me to find a way to get my brain working. Maybe a cycle through the dishwasher would help, or perhaps a few squirts of WD-40. If all else fails, I might poke around in there with a screwdriver and see if I can find the non-working parts.

Gotta do something.

It's one of the usual complaints: a lot of work to do, all on pretty short deadlines, combined with a total lack of any creative impulses coming from thar mess inside my skull.

The reasons for the inspiration shortage are the usual ones as well.

For some reason, that makes me think of something that happened many, many years ago. I hit a slow point in my then-career and was feeling disgusted with the whole thing. The woman I would later marry noticed that the Postal Service was hiring. As it happened, I was offered a job in my line of work a few weeks later, and the Post Office thing was dropped.

If I had hired on there, I would be two years away from retirement, with a nice pension and a lot of bennies.

But no. I went back to the job a lot of my friends envied. And later fell into this gig, which provokes the same response from people who don't know what it's really like.

Maybe I'll go stick my finger in a light socket, and see if 110 volts wakes up the gray matter.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I find myself in the same situation, only in terms of prospecting for new clients. Stuck!
Good luck with all your projects!

Anonymous said...

I'm a firm believer in WD-40.

Voltage, hmmm. In my line of work we use ECT to shock our patients back into "normalcy," maybe it would give you an inspiration or two.

Or maybe not, could just give you a quick visit to the ED.

Anonymous said...

Sometimes I imagine taking my poor brain out and holding it under a cool gently running tap. Aaaah.

Yep - hard not to think of the early pay off of some of those jobs. No early retirement for us chickens.

Anonymous said...

If that 110 thing works let me know, will ya? I need a kick in the pants myself. :)

John0 Juanderlust said...

There were one or two things along those lines I passed on as well.
It would be quite secure now, and every other thing would be different. No way to know good or bad.
How many times has a split second been the difference between serious trouble or certain death? Never know how the other choice would work, in reality.