i don’t think most people who maintain any kind of journal, online or otherwise, would say that just because you didn’t get around to writing for a chunk of time, that there was ‘something wrong’. actually more often the opposite is probably true; when you’re just having a grand old time and filling every day with activity, why would you kill all the momentum by stopping yourself to say, “oh wait, i’d better write all this down.”

i’m not suggesting that my life has just been brimming with adventure and excitement this week, but i have been keeping occupied enough to where my normal sit-and-stare-at-laptop time is pretty reduced. i think a similar thing happened last summer too, because when you sit at a computer all day at work, doing so in leisure time becomes somewhat less appealing, predictably. and i try not to enter blog-world at work because i’m pretty sure once i do, it’ll only be downhill from there. yes, i am trying to be a good worker/intern, at least until further into the summer.

i left a few minutes early from home today though since i needed to get gas, and that never takes as long as i think it’s going to, so every time i go to get gas i end up getting to work about 15 minutes early. hence, i can write a little here without any guilt, since technically i’m not even supposed to be here yet.

and maybe i will grow weaker as today wears on and i don’t get any engrossing projects to work on, and i’ll end up writing again; because my theory on summer internships at this point is that it’s okay not to like them, or want to go to them, without feeling that “this isn’t the career field for me”, because who in their right mind would want to work at an intern-level position all their life? i’m absolutely certain my job would be more interesting at this very same office, if i were a level or two higher up the totem pole and not given the “make-the-intern-do-it” tasks that higher-ups don’t want and naturally don’t really have time for. i don’t think it’s naive or even stupidly optimistic to think that i’m supposed to hate my job right now, at least to a degree, and that i’m just putting time in toward a more fulfilling role in future offices, whatever those may be.

i guess it’s a strange sort of optimism i have, that i’m hoping my optimism about future job satisfaction isn’t optimism at all. i’m optimistic that my optimism is actually realism, i might say.

anyway, that’s enough for now. thank you for dropping by.

[now hearing this: a very quiet office, 9.5 hours until i’m back at home.]