So Exodus 20:15 goes “Thou shalt not steal”, and it turns out that it’s not as simple as … not stealing. Cos stealing can take many forms! I’m not going to go into the as-good-as-stealing-music/movies spiel — if you know me, you know where I stand on that. I’m going to go into procrastination …
Turns out that wasting time at work can be construed as stealing hours from one’s employer. Unless you’re a robot, or can’t juggle more than a single (mental) ball, it’s pretty hard to keep focused on your job 100% of the time. I’d say nigh impossible.
Well, as Romans 3:23 puts it, “all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God” — so I guess what remains humanly (but come to think of it — only divinely) possible to amend is your attitude. If you’re going in to work or school with the aim of misbehaving, then help is still at a distance.
But if you’re keen to be clean, then I’d recommend some choice mantras like “Work is worship” or “Don’t be lazy” and a good dose of caffeine to put your heart in it. Stirring up some mild panic can work; you can manage that by doing up a schedule and seeing exactly how little time you’ve left to get things done.
(Strange dilemma: do I wish for overwork-iness, so I have no time to laze, or do I wish for a semblance of the ol’ work-life balance, which leaves me much way too much room to give in and graze? A challenge!)
But don’t cower in the face of fear — you can avert your eyes from the looming behemoth by keeping them firmly on the road ahead, concentrating on each step you must take. But do you know where you’re headed? What if the colossus is not attacking but, rather, defending you? (With special thanks to Sister Wendy Beckett for the insight.)
These are the things I’ve learnt from my decades on this earth.
And this is the first post I’ve written using the post-by-email feature, which inspired this post in the first place — it made me recall from the marshes of time someone bemoaning the fact that we couldn’t/shouldn’t blog from the office (we really shouldn’t). How easy it would be now to sneak posts out whenever I’m in a cubicle-cushioned stupor borne out of boredom or sleep deprivation — and blithely ignore how blessed I am to be in a temperature-controlled workspace free from exploitation, oppression and dangerous vermin.
Giving in to temptation doesn’t come after a long and carefully weighed debate with the self. Oh no. It comes in those leaky moments when you’re tired, uncaring and not paying much attention.
Gah. I already engage in much naughtiness by leaving RSS feeds active on my work PC’s bookmarks bar (can’t blame the nefarious need for multifarious thought — just can’t). Et tu, goes Luke 6:42 : “Thou hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the mote that is in thy brother’s eye.” I’ll get back to you when this imbroglio gets sorted, but I hope you have had something cuddy to chew on anyway.
This post is certified to have been written free of worker-bee distraction in time outside the hive.