i went to a conference for the past day and a half. it was a technical conference, and for the most-part, i was bored to tears. the topics were as dry as they get in the engineering realm. the speakers were painful to listen to between monotone delivery and English as a second language. i did not socialize at the social hour, nor during the breaks, nor in the hallway when roughly half of the other participants were out there socializing because they were bored to tears as well. i spoke to less than a handful of people. and i spoke to very few of my coworkers.
why am i so distant? ok, i wasn’t about to get all liquored up at the social hour, but that only explains two of the twelve hours of opportunity. yes, i’ve got a secret that i don’t care to share right now, but it has to be so much more than that. am i afraid my job dissatisfaction will show, will blurt out inappropriately like an obscenity from someone possessed with tourettes? and do i care if it shows? how can i not be miserable? is it only my paying job outside the home, or is it more?
is it me?
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