Dear Diary:
Since I’ve stopped being paid to keep track of time, especially since I’ve been clocking time in .25 increments, I’ve fallen into a time warp. Tuesdays seem like Sundays and I rarely remember what I did on Thursdays.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m still out there networking, doing my CLEs, going to bar association events, reading up on what’s going on in this world, but time has slowed down…time has relaxed.
Things don’t seem to be as anxious or necessary as they used to be. I used to have a friend from Lubbock, who swore that lithium occurs naturally in the water there, who used to have a one word answer for whenever you asked him to do something or whenever he had to do something: manana.
Tomorrow.
I’ll do it tomorrow.
I’ll wait until tomorrow.
I’ll get a job tomorrow.
It’s a great attitude to have. Of course, I’m sure the world will come crashing through just like the Koolaid mascot bursts through unsuspecting walls at children’s birthday parties, but until then…manana.
(I don’t know how to put the tilde on top of the “n” in the word “manana.” Maybe Law Shucks can fix it. If not, I’ll figure it out, that’s right, manana).
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Get off your ass and get back at it for god's sake. Melancholy is not going to do you any good. I myself have searched for a job for 2 years – until a pretty wild gamble on my part landed me a sweet job with an IP firm.