She Works Hard for the Money

I woke up a month ago, went to work, and suddenly it's today. How did this happen? I thought I was escaping the NYC-crazy-cut-throat-do-or-die hours for CA's chill-out-dude-work-mentality... But the CA hours just blur by too, and then weeks, and pretty soon it's a whole month later than I thought it was...

I know, I know, people like Ben and Marty work 100-hour weeks and never sleep and I have nothing to complain about, really. But I just have to ask, why is it there never seems to be enough time in my day/week/month?

Some say it's just the nature of the rat race. I'm pretty sure this rat kind of hates running (just ask the treadmill I haven't been able to get on in 3 weeks because I've been working too much.) Is the measure of adulthood when you wake up tired and rush around all day, tired, and then go to bed just so you can do it all again the next day? To earn money so you can start buying toys you never have time to play with? Because they don't tell you that in school. Where was the disclaimer on those "Aim High" posters that warned you that becoming a productive adult meant being tired and in a hurry for the rest of your life? Where was the "Enjoy It While It Lasts Because In 10 Years You'll Be Tired and Overextended" poster? I must have missed it running from honors classes to after school activities so I could get into a good college so I could get a good job so I could work long hours so I can afford to send my kids to a good college so they can get better jobs and work even longer hours.

The world keeps getting itself in a bigger hurry than the year before it, proven by the fact that things just keep getting more convenient so we can fit more into our crammed-full minutes. It's crazy! Exhibit A: tonight Ian wanted me to look at new phones because we can now get a streaming data plan for less that we pay for slow network access. So, basically, I could check e-mail on my phone in mere seconds, on the go, and omit the "hassle" of sitting at a computer. In fact, all my internet needs could be met by my cell phone. Even blogging! I could blog from my phone, perhaps while waiting in line at Rite Aid to multitask where there was once no multitasking. (But the lines here aren't that long, so I might have to blog in txt msg language or just omit vowels or something to save time.)

& that'd b cool b-cz u'd b in a hurry 2 & u'd have no time 2 read superfluous vowlz n-e-way.

Fast food, fast phones, fast internet, digital this, blue tooth that... It's a love-hate relationship. I need fast because I'm in a hurry all the time. I hate that it will never end. No, I do not want to go back to the "good ol' days" before multitasking was a word-- I, like most of my generation, thrive on the art of the multitask. But it would be nice to live in Europe where there are siestas and month long vacations in the summer. That's all I'm sayin'. Well, I would say more but--you guessed it--I'm out of time.