New Words From the Workaholic

Here I am, out of work for a week, and I have so much to do, I haven't found time to blog. What's so busy-making? I signed on to FaceBook, LinkedIn and Twitter; over many days, I built a professional profile on LinkedIn. Now I have to check the darn things, at least every other day. When I check them, there are messages to reply to, new "tweets" to craft, "walls" to write on and comments to make. Then there are the recommendations. You write one for a friend, he/she writes one for you.

What else? Internet job sites to check. Online applications, which take hours, especially because I'm on Mac rather than PC browsers. Duh, all I have to do with my MacBkPro is switch over to the Windows side of the hard drive. From there I can use Chrome and Explorer and Word.

But then I need to get my pics transferred over to that drive, too. I'm sure there are at least three simple ways to do that. Should I try to think of them or just hope for the best with MobileMe?

And, I am having a hard time remembering all my usernames, the ones that don't consist of my e-mail address. For some reason, on an online job application, I used a different e-mail address, and I have to remember that. I've been profligate in my use of variations on a basic username. I keep password options to 2-3, but which did I use where? When the dialog box comes up to ask if I want the computer to remember my password, I have to say no because I'm not sure I've put the right one in. Some sites will clue you in to your username, others just assume you know that much. Some send your password, but most give you a new one that you'll have to take time to change -- like the Scottish word for goat stomach stuffed with oatmeal. Can you tell I'm frustrated?

But I am busy, and there's much to be said for that! Busy-ness keeps me from utter wackness. And I haven't even gotten to my list of creative projects: poetry, music, new websites...

Here's to busy-ness to keep the heebeejeebs away -- to remain in the domain of hope, to stave off the illusion that is fear.