Busy, very Busy
Dear Faithful Blog Reader,
I'm sorry I haven't written recently. But I've been busy. You know, very Busy.
The notion of Busy has suddenly re-entered my vocabulary after four years of hiatus.
But I've learned that I'm not the only one around here who is Busy. Everyone is. Friends don't call. They cancel plans. And my peer group seems to talk about three topics:
1. How shitty online dating is.
2. How expensive homes have become.
3. How Busy we all are.
Still, I can't work out why everyone here seems so much busier than all of my friends on the other side of the pond. Socialized democracy may afford many things to a society but, as far as I know, it has not meant more hours in the day.
The major variable, from my unscientific observations, appears to be the workday. It's cliche as hell but, seriously, we Americans work way more than our European cousins. Don't get me wrong - I am someone who enjoys turning up to work in the morning and get a buzz from putting in a solid day's work.
But many of us seem to be overdoing it. I have to force my reporters to go home when the workday is up. [Some of them even take bets on what time I'm going to give them the boot.]
I find it silly that people feel compelled to hang around after they have done their time for the day. Not only do studies show that productivity takes a serious nose dive after eight hours but most folks aren't getting paid for the extra time they log. So why continue to twiddle away at your desk when you aren't a. being productive and b. getting paid?
Despite my soap boxing, I find myself in the same predicament.
So please forgive me for not writing more often. I'm thinking of you often, dear reader, and promise to write when I have a little more Free Time.
Your devoted blogger,