Hi, I’m Matt. And I am not organized.
Yes, I know, I should have told you to sit down before dropping that bomb on you. You may say to me, “But Matt, you write amazing posts every day and tell us about the cool shit you do all the time.”
And I would reply to you, “Yes, that may be true, but that doesn’t mean that I have any idea what I’m doing.” You see, I used to have some semblance of routine. For five days a week, I’d get up at the same time, go to work at the same time, and come home at about the same time. I’d do the same thing every evening before going to bed. That’s not a bad thing. Routines can be very useful. The problem with my personal routine was that it wasn’t very useful at all.
I worked at a job that -in my opinion- didn’t contribute anything useful to society. It was just a big megacorp that used up natural resources to make an unnecessary product for the purpose of enormous profit. I didn’t have any job satisfaction. So I came home and either watched Netflix or played video games. Again, not very productive or satisfying. Then I went to bed and started it all over again.
Only on the weekends would I have the chance to do something useful. Create something. Visit friends. Visit my wife (we were living in different cities at that point because of our jobs). Most of the time was spent visiting my wife and friends. I didn’t use much of it at all to create.
Now that I have my new shitty job, I don’t work for as many hours, so I have more time to create things. And I’m also aware that I need to create to give meaning to my own life. But the flipside is, my work schedule is not fixed. It’s different week to week and day to day. There is no routine. Every day I have to double-check when I have to be at work and when I’m allowed to do things like this blog, or host Freddy’s Fan Fiction, or be on Talking Shit with Dave and Earl (like I was last night!) or run, or brew a beer, or work on my story.
I don’t know why, but this random, non-routine schedule is forcing me to think about when I can fit in my projects. And that forces me to think about creating. Somehow, that prompts me to actually create! I guess that I work much better when I have to bob and weave. If I set the cruise control, I just take a nap. If I have to pay attention, my brain tells me where I can fit other things in. I’m still unorganized, but it’s probably for the best.
Does it work the same for you? Or does a strict routine work better for you?
3 thoughts on “Organizing the Unorganizable”
I’ve never had a job where my hours changed and there wasn’t a routine. Sounds kind of nice though. (grabs label maker) 😀 If you need help organizing I may know a thing or two about that. 😀
It’s sorta nice, but it’s also annoying when I try to have at least something that I do on a regular basis. When I do my show, I have to check my schedule to see when to invite the guests. Luckily I don’t have work at all next Thursday, so I can do my show anytime.
Also, with your office equipment fetish, I wouldn’t turn down a chance to have you come over and organize. You’d probably enjoy it way more than I’d benefit from it. But that’s what friends are for, right? 😀
Amen, brother! It is for precisely the same reason that I have not accepted a permanent position at my current job. I enjoy working casually! I get called in on random days at any time of the day and I am free to say yes or no to a shift if it suits my schedule. Granted this gets a bit tricky if we’re short on cash flow and the calls aren’t coming in that particular week, but I have found that there are always one-off jobs available in the local community if need be.
I have found a very similar creative jolt with this type of schedule – just this week I’ve taken up painting and find that it is reaching that creative itch I’ve been trying to satisfy for the past year. I’ve started many other projects and haven’t gotten very far with them…. lost interest, mostly. I think this is because I had taken up projects that didn’t necessarily have a finite end result – such as “learn to hoola-hoop!” or “play piano more!”. While I can now hoola-hoop proficiently, what exactly defines the end product? Hooping with 12 hoops while I stand on one foot and clap to the rhythm? Hehehe 🙂
Glad to hear you are loosing your sense of routine. It’s good for the soul.