I’ve been a bad, bad girl, and not the one Fiona Apple sings about. Not even close. My sin is far worse.
I’m guilty of going to work and not working.
Why? Why would I do such a thing?
My oral presentation is a week from tomorrow. I compulsively organizing my thoughts and my thesis into a semblance of spectacularness. I spend nearly every waking hour doing something thesis related. Can you believe I’m still researching, still checking for new data, or stats I can add so I’ll look really fresh, oh-so academic, and not be the big fat faker I am?
Yeah. Me neither. But I am.
I’m also obsessively editing A Basic Renovation. Although I don’t know what to edit anymore. I have no idea what to chop out. And I’m not ever sure I need to chop anything out. But I comb through it anyway.
So there I am, at work, getting paid, and the work I’m doing is my own.
Oh, OK. I’m lying a little I’m on top of the office tasks. But I haven’t told anyone their stuff is done or asked if there’s something else they need me to do…
I don’t need to quit my day job because I’m just there, alone in my office….writing.
Yes! Yes! I’m pure EVIL.
And basically, I feel this need to cleanse myself off all this ’til I’m good enough, oh what I need is a good defense because I’m feeling like a criminal.
No wait. That IS Fiona Apple.