Work

I feel so distant from work today. My work is right there on the screen, blinking at me, beeping at me. It loves me. But I’m a million miles away, and the screen is a tiny pinprick — not a normal pinprick, but a tiny one. There’s a gulf between me and my work. I have to shout, scream across the gulf to get anything done, and way off in the distance, it responds instantly.

I take a moment to think about something other than work, and this is what happens. Every time. Every damn time. It makes me wonder if I’m cut out for all this work business.