I have absolutely no motivation to work today. None. Zero. It’s too nice out and I’m all alone in my office. My phone last rang five hours ago. My boss took the afternoon off.
I’ve done everything pressing, then messed around online doing nothing. It’s not that I don’t have things to do, I just entirely lack motivation to do ANYTHING at all.
Lest the critics take off on me: I LOVE my job; I adore my boss; my work has a purpose. I work hard, often late at night from home, and everything gets done. The past few weeks have been more pressure-filled than usual, owing to current events.
That said, I do have some morality about breaking out needles in my office, unless I’m on an endless conference call. It’s one thing to mess about online, but in my twisted little brain, it’s another thing entirely to actually knit in my chair. Weird.
I slipped out for my lunchtime earlier today to finish consigning all of Darling Bebe’s outgrown summer things from last year. I love consignment. More on that another time. And I did snag a straw/leather little summer Coach bag for those rare going-out occasions when I don’t need Mommy’s monster duffel bag purse (and for just $25!). You know, when you just need something to hold a phone and lipstick and a wallet. I generally feel like an unmade bed, but dagnabbit, a good bag is an essential.
I know: I’ll go paint my face now. Dinner plans tonight, you see. An actual meal with the guy I’m married to, and one of my very favorite other couples. This is the kind of get-together you cannot plan in advance, but only comes together with 24 hours’ notice and a MIL who is available to babysit. (More on that another time, if she presses all of the buttons on my internal elevator, which happens often.)
But once I’m done with the mascara, I’m going to be hard pressed to DO anything at all. I’m in serious inner turmoil when my work mojo goes astray. I feel rather self-indulgent even writing about it, but it’s a blog, so I’m blogging. So there. And if you happen to see my little work mojo lollygagging about in the sunshine, please pat it on the tush and send it back where it belongs.