As my two regular readers may have noticed (Hi, Mum and Dad!), I haven’t written anything on this blog in a couple of days. Which is quite unlike me: I like to drowse said two readers in thrilling accounts of my daily life, as I go back and forth from and to Starbucks, the gym and/or my local deli. Who wouldn’t want to read that?
Things, however, have unfolded in the past few days that may somewhat impair my ability to satisfy my parents in talking about my incredible tribulations as consistently as I tend to: I started a project which should keep me rather busy for the next few months — Christmas holidays excluded. It’s a proper assignment — tech-related, unsurprisingly — with a proper company — a tech firm, even more unsurprisingly — in a proper office — well, a coworking, actually, because tech companies, even big ones, are supposed to be cooler than banks, and occasionally prove that they indeed are.
In other words, now that I have a desk job, I have less time to kill writing about my daily struggles with dieting, managing flus and/or talking to my fiancée about topics ranging from dieting, flus and… talking. As much as I enjoy writing, I may unfortunately have less time doing it in the near future because I have tasks and calls and deadlines that require dedicating quite a bit of my attention for hours on end in the office. I know this is common practice outside of my warped universe, but I’m still getting used to the rhythm change — you do get accustomed to ‘working’ from Starbucks when said ‘work’ is writing blogs just like this one.
However, this new project of mine is also triggering new desires to develop some more of my own. Meaning — I may write less here, but more elsewhere. Because writing is a job, thank you very much. And you can always do that at night.