I am having an extraordinarily hard time concentrating at work today. I am becoming involved with my own fingernails, the organization of my notebook, the chipping off of my nail polish...I have barely finished two reference letters today when I was supposed to be done with 3-4. I guess I'll have some work to take home with me tonight. I don't want to ask for an extension because I messed around and couldn't get stuff done today, that's a ridiculous reason. I've been distracted by all sorts of things, like the possibility of going to a new gym later which I ended up signing up for online because I was nervous about it. It'll be nice to have a gym, my mom goes to this one at home and she loves it. Apparently everything is purple. And I get a free tshirt, which is baller. I love free tshirts.
I think I'm settling into work alright, I just finished my first petition letter yesterday, which is the second stage of a case, and it really helped me to figure out what these reference letters need to have in them. I like the way I was just thrown into this, learning as I go and asking for help as I need it and relying on the wonderous internet for any and all inane questions I may have. In fact, my boyfriend just sent me a video lecture a few days ago about this very topic. I haven't watched the whole thing, just the segment it starts at, but I really love what this guy has to say. It's an interesting intersection of the future of learning and the reality of our highly technologized society, and I adore his tangent about "a lack of respect for learners." Don't assume you know everything on your own. Ask questions. That's what I'm being forced to do with this new job, I'm being forced out of my comfort zone, asking questions about legal proceedings and academic jargon that I don't quite understand. And the beautiful thing is that sometimes my coworkers or my supervisors don't know either. And then it's this whole shebang of learning and sharing and growing together.
This blog post is evidence of how much I cannot pay attention today. Remember what I started talking about? And then how I immediately changed the subject and went on for a long time, getting increasingly more random with every vomited sentence? I think I like the way my fingers sound on the keys. That clack pushes me, incites me to--if not brilliance, then at least a hard-fought battle to mediocrity. I like to watch my fingers create something, even if it doesn't make any sense to the rest of me. Sometimes I type just for the sound. And I'm learning to use that.
I should really get back to this client. He's quite interesting, given the bare bones of information I can scrounge from Chinese-to-English Google Translate, and I owe him some more respect. Toodles!
