Fridays this semester are work-at-home days, and I think it's really good for me. I'm slowly learning what it means to be what Ellen Kossek would call an integrater--perhaps I'm a product of a generation trained to be ADD, but I seem to be happiest when I focus on tasks for short amounts of time and constantly switch between them. It explains why I'm a compulsive email/blog checker at work; at home, it means that I'll read a few chapters of whatever text I've been assigned, then go play a few rounds of Katamari Damacy, or take an "internal processing" nap, or even simply pull some meat out of the freezer to thaw for the night's dinner.

You can get away with this behavior at home. It's not so possible at work.

This is why I'm posting this at around 3:00 AM: I've been bouncing around between a freelance editing job and the goofing-off that similarly characterizes my online existence. Tomorrow, I can sleep in. Right now I can be productive and not feel guilty about not waking up early in the morning. I do wonder if I'm simply a product of my generation; my crowd is probably the first that grew up with the ability to use a computer for both work and play. Maybe it's a bad habit to interrupt an editing job halfway to read through web comic archives for a bit. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not diligent enough, though heaven knows I can be given enough pressure (form of: Deadlines). I wonder, though: what form will the CEOs of my generation take? One can only hope for the macbook- and beanbag-chair-laden offices of TEH FUTUAR.

...but that's not where corporations are now, is it?