my week of internet freedom is over. for the most part, i would say i succeeded. not hopping on the web while at home was remarkably easy, as i knew it would be. staying off it on my phone didn’t prove too difficult either. work, though…work’s another story.
here’s a few things i learned over the course of the week:
- of the 93 emails i received at my personal email address, 4 were from actual people.
- the black keys may be just about the most awesome band to come along this decade.
- i need a new job.
monday, i managed to make it until about 2pm without surfing. by then, i’d managed to accomplish quite a bit, but my brain needed a break. so i headed on over to after i quit my day job, and found out she’d managed to snag date # 30. of course, in true kat style, she drew it out so the identity of date # 30 wasn’t revealed until 2 days later (fyi, it was date #17, who sounds like a perfectly unattainable example of what you’d love to get from online dating only never quite achieve it. lucky girl). this meant i would need to check back daily to keep up on what went on.
so then i allowed myself little breaks. still no personal email checking, no facebooking, no online shopping perusing. just five minutes at a time to check a blog here and there. so sort of an experiment fail.
however, i’m going to call the overall experience a success. why? because i did manage to:
- work on the manuscript for vanishing (okay, not a whole lot, but i did get one more day done!)
- get a shit-ton of work done
- write most of a short story
- finish one reading assignment and most of another
what became clear was that i do need to give serious consideration to starting a job hunt. this is not something i look forward to. i hate it with a passion. before i landed my current job, i looked, off and on, for almost three years, the last year of which was almost solid job hunting. not pleasant, and i can’t tell you the number of times i wanted to give up. and i’d promised myself that i’d earn my CEBS first, THEN look for a new job.
i don’t mind my job. i don’t enjoy it, that’s for sure, and some days i don’t even like it at all. i do love the people i work with, and i’ll be sad to leave them. but it’s become repetitive to the point where most times i do tasks by rote. and then i make mistakes because i’m not paying attention. while i realize that all jobs will have some variance of repetition, i want it to be challenging. most of all, i need to get way from customer service. yes, i anticipate my next job will require some manner of customer service skill-sets, but it won’t be the focus.
so. despite the crappy-ass economy, i’ll be pulling out my trusty resume and cover letter and begin, again, to flood the inboxes of the hiring managers. yippee.