Dude, where's my motivation?
Must. Stop. Surfing. Blogs. Must prepare for assistant's appraisal. Must do Very Important Work for managing director that has been put off and put off and put off and now needs to be done Right Now*.
*clicks back over to the BBC News site to read some more about fruit bats*
Carry on.
*Must Also Stop Over-Capitalising
*clicks back over to the BBC News site to read some more about fruit bats*
Carry on.
*Must Also Stop Over-Capitalising
posted by surly girl at 9:56 am
25 Comments:
Good idea. I may stop as well. Over capitalising ,that is.
but it's Just So Satisfying, isn't it?
It's. Absolutely. Bloody. Marvellous.
As you would say, SG:
Carry On!
having re-read, Must Also Remember Hyphens Where Appropriate.
*dashes off to edit*
that's better.
carry on.
I too lack any form of motivation today...is it infectious ? I'm tired !!!!!
Does that apply to all of us? Have I got to start working now as well?
Some warning would have been appreciated.
I can't even spell wrok.
over capitalisaton reminds of me both the books im editing ow. &shakes head sadly* i cannot tell a lie, both books im pretending to edit today.
Wurk? What's That Then?
Are They The People That Pay Us To Surf?
Yes They Are. And Can I Say That I'll Never Be Able To Look A Tunnocks Teacake In The Face Again, After Your Comment At Garfer's.
Fuckers.
Seems to be the most widely accepted definition of work.
Sadly, all the sites I want to view in my quest for something vaguely interesting are music related and require sound. For some strange reason my employers frown on me not only surfing all day but listening to music while I do it....how narrow-minded !!!
I was wondering whether I'd get away with plugging my headphones in. I don't think they would mind/dare say anything - but it just seems a little cheeky. Mind, we did it at BT.
Can't stop, must improve statistics...
Cor Fruit Bats on the BBC...carrying ebola
oh dear, and my work day is just starting. I have hours ahead of me of resisting temptation.
ok, I'll go work, but first i must check up on the speed dating crowd...
Oh this is very disconcerting. I wasn't expecting to actually WORK when I showed up to work today.
*grumbling as I grudgingly turn to the phonemail light*
Grrr... Having got home from a hard day at work, I realised that I have a hard evening's work before me!
Work, how do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways:
1. You force me to get up too early.
2. You make me stressed.
3. You make me feign politeness and civility to people I wish were dead.
4. You keep me from skipping through the Land of Blog.
5. You make me care about work things when I don't want to.
6. You lull me into a false sense of security before you turn into a monster and eat my life!
There are more but this is now feeling like work so I've got to stop.
Remember, a fruit bat is not just for Christmas.
I want to buy one.
My motivation starts to slip away from me somewhere around the middle of the week. By Friday later afternoon, I'm completely useless ...
Oh fuck me - Fruit Bats? You can't move for the twats round here.
What's this 'motivation' thing you're all on about?
i'd tell you but i can't be arsed.
Hey, perhaps we could organise one of those Anti-Capitalising marches I've seen on the telly. Would that help?
i'm not sure anyone could be bothered to turn up. today is even less productive than yesterday....
My work have just changed internet access and blocked blogs.
Savour every moment you've got.
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