New office, new… forms of procrastination

My theory was that getting a new office would help me focus myself on work and being productive. Productive I have been, but not in anything I will make money from. At least now I know that if the photography doesn’t work out, I can make knitted flower brooches for a living. Or branded Ecover bags out of scrap fabric (for the empty bottles that are waiting to be refilled).

However, even though I technically haven’t done any useful work, I am still keeping myself busy. A few weeks ago I was still in the watch-TV-until-I-have-a-breakdown phase, and although I gained a new respect for Dick van Dyke, he probably wasn’t the best mentor for me, devoted as he was.

Alas Dick and I went separate ways. The TV (and the living room) was moved downstairs to make room for the newly appointed office, only to discover there was no TV aerial downstairs. So the monolith of procrastination and doom has been suppressed into silence and neglect – which should’ve been a godsend for me.

Of course, new forms of procrastination have started to materialise. No longer television and Facebook, knitting and moving furniture are now acceptable ways of filling the day. It’s only when Nick gets home from work that I realise I’ve done very little to help our financial situation, but “look darling, I’ve made a really pretty scarf!”