I’m getting really bad at updating this thing. I guess it’s been about three weeks now. Well, here’s a re-cap of how my thoughts have progressed during that time:

3 Weeks Ago:
Work has become extremely dull. The days go by in a blur of nothingness. The only things I can find myself remembering about my days now are what I listened to on my iPod going to and from work. It’s not that work sucks or anything, I just can’t seem to get excited about what I’m doing and I’m not sure if it’s because I now know this isn’t what I want to do or what… Am I wasting my time here? (21 Hours worked)

2 Weeks Ago:
In class, we were talking about internship experiences, and I brought up how everything is going by in a blur, and I went so far as to say that things were getting better, but I can’t imagine ever being excited about this stuff, so I went back through my blog to see how things have progressed. Less than a month ago, I said I was beginning to enjoy work. I don’t remember this anymore. I mean, work isn’t bad, but is it worth doing if you don’t enjoy it? I need to get paid, but I also need to feel like I’m doing something worthwhile. (22 Hours Worked)

Last Week:
There is a certain satisfaction that is derived from knowing you are appreciated. Even if you don’t think you’ve necessarily done anything of value, when people appreciate it, it takes on a completely new level of value. I keep going to work and engaging in what seems like minutia. Transcribing tapes won’t keep the world from blowing up. But those who need it done really appreciate it. I like knowing that. As such, the blur is beginning to regain some sense of definition, but only in those moments where my work is being recognized. I just hope I don’t turn into an attention hog. (22 Hours worked)

Other Random Thoughts:
I got to see Tarzan on Broadway for the first ever preview night. Kyle won tickets, and we both got to sit literally in the middle of the front row, behind the conductor’s head. I brushed elbows with Phil Collins in the lobby. I would have said something, but it looked like he wasn’t really enjoying all the attention, so I left him alone.

Then I saw Phil Collins in Central Park the following Sunday. He was looking at the seals in the zoo. He looked so peaceful, I let him be.

I’m going to see Straylight Run in concert tonight. That’ll be fun.

I don’t really know what else to say. So that’s it for now.