I get to play with Moveable Type at work now- rebuilding a kiosk. One of my supervisor's hasn't realized this yet, and gave me a buttload of video work to do on top of it, and expects it done, you guessed it, yesterday. :P The MT thing is naturally a priority- not that it has a deadline, but my mindset about projects is such that when I get into them, it takes tactical force to get me out- when I'm focused, the entirety of existance is a violent annoyance if I'm neck deep in trying to fix something or figure something out. I suppose that's why they call it "work" and pay me- it's not for what I'm actually doing, it's for the sheer volume of totally unrelated CRAP that gets piled on me while I'm doing it.

In classic Newtonian fashion, the deeper I immerse myself in the project and the more focused I am on it, the more violent, grating, and frequent the interruptions. Such is the case with any project- which is why I'm careful about distraction control and the presence sentient life when I'm working on ATC. But hey, part of the joy of work is coworkers- I get the majority of mission critical things that can not tolerate distraction worked on after five. I'm cool that way.

This is, coincidentally, why I don't answer my phone at home (it's not even in a room I can hear from the batcave), and don't go out much. If I'm going to tolerate distractions, I am going to be PAID for them, dammit- and I'm on the clock a fixed number of hours and days a week. I respect the fact that people want to get ahold of me- I just wish people would respect the fact that I have hours of availability, and that contacting me outside of them will most likely not get you what you're looking for- especially if I'm working on something.

There have been occasions where I'm all caught up and bored out of my skull. Those are few and far between- see the Newtonian reference above. You only get pushed back if you're pushing. Working on Something is Pushing, so you're going to get smacked around by whatever can concievably manifest (re: Murphy's Law), be it the office manager, coworkers, equipment failure, badly timed phone calls, etceteras. This would be why cube farmers envy the offices with the doors and the locks and the windows- it ain't the view.

Fun? Probably. Angsty, oddly- I've been feeling positively human lately, as opposed to the month dead corpse in a manure pit thing that I'm usually stuck with in body, mind, or both. o_O