There aren't enough hours in the day - blatherings

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There aren't enough hours in the day

My secret ninja death squad job wants to increase my hours. I'm very happy about this. They like the work I'm doing, I get more money for candy. But it isn't possible to explain to my boss that I can work more hours only if I don't have to go into the office. How do I explain to him that going in to the office means getting up early, getting dressed much earlier than I do typically and, well then I have to schmooze. I hate the schmoozing part. I feel like the pet bohemian. They've pretty much gotten over the "this is devon and she's doing a masters degree" making it sound as though having discovered the cure for the common cold I am about to solve cancer. Now they just ask about my thesis. But it isn't as though they really want to hear about. They don't know what I'm reading, they don't know the theories and once I start talking, their eyes glaze over.
But at least I will be able to buy more candy.

15.11.04 23:55

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(22.11.04 07:32)
You're in five favorites blogs? Whose? Whose?

(23.11.04 10:04)
Um... what? How should I know?

(24.11.04 00:52)
Since you told me one of them, does that mean you figured it out? Who are the rest? I need to know who my competition is.

(25.11.04 21:20)
I get that "eyes glaze over" whenever I talk to my organisation to persuade them to take things like like generation M or online learning communities seriously. My boss just shakes his head slowly and says "George is our lateralist" to anyone he's with. Fortunately he quite likes employing a lateralist. But you are right about time at work - now I only commute by broadband I get a lot more done!

(27.11.04 21:03)
k - what exactly is the competition? Why does it matter who like me?
bhm - the part that I love about the glazed eyes, is that they ALWAYS ask for it. It isn't as though I just randomly talk about my thesis in public. I figure, if I don't bring it up, the only people who ask are those in the know and intereted. Instead, silly twits who want to be polite and show interest in my life (where there is no interest, only etiquette) then have to pretend (poorly) not to be bored! Damn, just leave me alone to my books and I'm happy.

(27.11.04 21:11)
Everything's a competition. For intance, I want to be the best at keeping my eyes from glazing over when I ask about your thesis.

(27.11.04 21:33)
Not to worry sweetie, between the twisted expression on your face and the long, drawn out sigh, not to mention the comments like "you know, I don't really care about this, let's talk about me" you're in a category all by yourself. But you win at it. "Who shows no interest in my life yet loves me and wants to spend time with me?" Why, the misanthropic one, of course! :P

(27.11.04 21:36)
I try...I'm hungry.