Have you ever fallen asleep while typing? There was a moment, right before slumber, in that netherland between wake and sleep, I had my eyes closed, but I was still typing, and I held a hope that some spirit would take me over and I would wake with a great post for today. More likely it would be cryptic and symbolic and allegorical and obscure and hard to understand (like I said, a great post). I'd channel Seth, or if I was lucky, Jesus, and then we really wouldn't understand it (which brings up an interesting question really, why do we worship someone we can't understand? Has anyone ever asked that before?)
I fell asleep while playing chess once. I'm sure that doesn't surprise anyone, cause it was chess. It was the first date with my current wife. I say current like as if there were others, but there weren't, that I can remember (I'm not counting past lives, nor any spouses that I may have had while I was sleeping). Anyway, we went with a group of co-workers to Atlantic city and that turned into our first date. Our good friend John VonAhn (where is he now I wonder have you ever heard of FACEBOOK, JOHN!), his dad had a condo we were supposed to crash in, but something came up and it got rented (to paying customers no doubt), so we 20 somethings just stayed up all night. I lost $300, then won it all back to break even, but in casino vernacular that means I won $300. And she and I took the bus back to the city after the sun came up. Well, it didn't make sense to go home at that point, so we spent Sunday together. And in Greenwich Village we stopped at a chess club and I tried to teach my new girlfriend how to play chess with your eyes closed.
I've been sleepy cause I've been having too much fun. Friday night I played poker, then Saturday night we were understudies for a couple that canceled on a dinner party, a last minute substitution. And then Tuesday night I went to Twain's http://www.twains.net/ for a night of Jazz and sat in to demonstrate, once again, my efforts with that original concept I pioneer, called "the zen drumming" (I like to add "the" to it. It's like saying "the batman!"). Then I stayed to watch another drummer acquaintance play, even though the group of musicians that showed up this particular night weren't outstanding and it would have been a good week to go home early. Then I came home and my wife told me she had a dream that the emperor had no clothes. Actually it was me that was walking around naked with a hard on at my parent's house, among my siblings, and everywhere. That was gross, I told her. Then we had sex. It was 2AM before we went to sleep. I would have slept in that morning, but the kids need to go to school. Damned kids.
So at about 3PM the next day I hit a wall and thought I would actually go home and take a nap. But instead I decided to "give in" (have coffee). And then I was actually very productive. So much so that I didn't want to leave when the time came. Why is it we only want to work when we can't and don't when we have to? The answer is simple my friends. Training.
I don't know how, or why, but I know that this must be the reason. The way to retrain yourself, of course, is to stay at work when you want to, so you can solidify, within your very soul, how much you really like accounting.
"Gee honey, I can't come home right now, cause I'm getting into it."
"Getting into what?"
"This excel schedule is really making me feel warm inside."
"You need a doctor."
"Can I stay?"
"Do you still have your clothes on?"
"That was a dream."
"Just checking."
(Actually I believe the dream was a manifestation of her fear that I would reveal too much, and in this post, I probably have).