Dear friends,
Stop with the dating sites. I will not get on one of those ever ever ever. I think it's fine that you want to, and I have nothing against them per se, but they just aren't for me. I don't care that I'm single. I like being single, whether anyone believes that or not. I can do what I want when I want who I want how I want and I don't have to check in with anyone.
If I went on a dating site that would imply that I want to date. I most definitely do not want to do that. Dating is boring and my time is usually better spent catching up on my TiVo or reading a book. I somehow manage to meet guys anyway.
Don't get me wrong. Any guy out there who I have met in an organic way and wants to ask me out, please feel free. It's these forced dates that I take issue with. If I don't know what you look like then I probably don't want to go. My problem is that I'm great on a first date and awful on a second. I'm actually a very boring person who just hides it really well.
So friends, although I may whine about guys occasionally, that is not a sign that I should go onto Match.com or any other dating site. I'm simply venting, not looking. And as much as I am legitimately interested in hearing about the guys that you're meeting and dating on these sites, I absolutely refuse to register for a site simply to see what your guy looks like. Cut and paste.
Please don't feel that you have to stop talking about your guys. I love hearing dating horror stories, I just don't want them to be mine. Not that I can even think of the last date I went on. But that doesn't mean I'm going on a dating site. So stop subtly suggesting.
Thanks.
Wood Factor: 3
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Who Ate My Hours?
Have you ever noticed that when you work hourly you work all day but only end up officially clocking about 4 hours?
Today I spent my day writing a blog (for someone else. My blogs take me about 12 minutes, if that) and doing social media research. Before I started writing the blog I had to transcribe a 17 minute interview, which, let me tell you, does NOT take 17 minutes to do. Or even double that. No, it takes about an hour of starting and stopping to make sure you got everything and to double check what someone said, or to decipher mumblings. Then, I'm a draft writer, which means my first draft of anything sucks, because I'm just getting the thoughts out. Then I go back and revise. And then I go back and revise again because I'm a perfectionist. Today I went back and revised two or three more times because I know that this blog post is a test of my capabilities. So this blog post actually took me about 2.5 hours to do. But that seems like an insane amount of time doesn't it? 1.5 hours it is.
Next, social media research. I don't know if you have ever done this, but it's busywork. Busywork that sucks you into the lives and hobbies of whatever you're researching. I've officially been sucked into mommy blogs, wine blogs, financial blogs...things I never thought would interest me, but there ya go. Especially those mommy blogs. I get sucked into the pictures, and the stories about little Robbie pitching a fit in the library, and I can't tear myself away. Before I know it, 4 hours have gone by, and I think to myself, Did I really work those entire 4 hours?
No, of course not. I took breaks to goof off and check my email and Facebook and Twitter, and to eat. So I'm not going to clock 4 hours to that. Hmmm, about 2.5.
And now it's 5pm and I've worked all day, but am only officially clocking 4 hours. Clearly I'm an idiot.
Wood Factor: 2. Working at home Wood Factor: 3
Today I spent my day writing a blog (for someone else. My blogs take me about 12 minutes, if that) and doing social media research. Before I started writing the blog I had to transcribe a 17 minute interview, which, let me tell you, does NOT take 17 minutes to do. Or even double that. No, it takes about an hour of starting and stopping to make sure you got everything and to double check what someone said, or to decipher mumblings. Then, I'm a draft writer, which means my first draft of anything sucks, because I'm just getting the thoughts out. Then I go back and revise. And then I go back and revise again because I'm a perfectionist. Today I went back and revised two or three more times because I know that this blog post is a test of my capabilities. So this blog post actually took me about 2.5 hours to do. But that seems like an insane amount of time doesn't it? 1.5 hours it is.
Next, social media research. I don't know if you have ever done this, but it's busywork. Busywork that sucks you into the lives and hobbies of whatever you're researching. I've officially been sucked into mommy blogs, wine blogs, financial blogs...things I never thought would interest me, but there ya go. Especially those mommy blogs. I get sucked into the pictures, and the stories about little Robbie pitching a fit in the library, and I can't tear myself away. Before I know it, 4 hours have gone by, and I think to myself, Did I really work those entire 4 hours?
No, of course not. I took breaks to goof off and check my email and Facebook and Twitter, and to eat. So I'm not going to clock 4 hours to that. Hmmm, about 2.5.
And now it's 5pm and I've worked all day, but am only officially clocking 4 hours. Clearly I'm an idiot.
Wood Factor: 2. Working at home Wood Factor: 3
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