I currently define frustration as the act of sitting at a computer screen surfing endlessly and vaguely researching IT fixes when I should really be putting the time and energy toward creative pursuits.
I’ve been sitting at Monash library Clayton for a good 2 hours. I’ve written a single email, fixed a problem on a site, logged into a couple more and done a whole lot of facebooking and reading news articles about things I just don’t care about.
Now I’m blogging about being frustrated.
It’s kind of perverse really.