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Beh.  Why must I be some sort of lazy swine?  (No offense to the swine who read this blog)

I've secured another transcription job through Cornell -- taking phone interview recordings from a business professor and typing them into a "script" document -- and conditions for it are excellent.  $17 an hour, work-from-home, no real deadlines, and projected job continuance of two interviews a week for the remainder of the summer.  Yesterday, I set to work in an undershirt.  Today, I was in my pajamas.  That's a classy summer job if ever there was one.

So can somebody explain why I've only managed about four hours today and four hours yesterday?  Why am I updating my blog instead of making $17 an hour updating a Word document?

I fell asleep earlier and woke up drenched in sweat and feeling awful.  Partly from the heat and partly out of guilt that instead of working feverishly at the recording on my laptop, I was laying on my bed snoozing.  Even though they told me the position was highly flexible, I still feel terribly wasteful taking a nap an a hour after taking a lunch break.  The good news is, that never happened when I went to the agency office to do this stuff.

I'm hoping that it's just the heat.  The heat and hours of Quicktime playback about behavioral integrity.  But at this point, even when I take a break or "finish" for the night, the last thing I want to do at this point is pick my laptop up and edit video or work on scripts.  I feel almost physically ATTACHED to this machine nowadays.  I can't get more than twenty yards away from it at any time.  Everything I do, all day long, is directly connected to sitting somewhere with this infernal contraption on my lap and tippity-tappity-typing for hours on end.  And hey, I don't wanna be casting out judgments on anybody here, but... sitting on the computer all day long makes me feel like a completely horrible, wasteful pile of human being.

I should really get back to work some more on it.  My progress has been substantially slower than I thought it'd be, and the only justification I've managed to find in my nap is that I'm missing out on seeing Transformers 2 with my friends a second night in a row.  That seems like an adequate punishment and discipline to rectify my lousy work habits.

Besides, listening and relaying conversations about business ethics is almost as exciting as giant robots battling to save the earth.  Well... it's more lucrative...