“yeah but it’s already 9pm”
I’ll tell them that it doesn’t matter since I set my own hours, and 9pm just happens to be the time I’m working.
“ok. bye. enjoy it.”
Now they’re cranky because I don’t have time to discuss the latest things with them. I often tell people to email me when there’s something important they want to discuss, and they never do. They keep stuck on this idea that if I’m home, I’m supposedly available to all and sundry to discuss their latest bout of ass-rash.
I’m working. This means I’m busy. This means I’m using my brain for something more important than listening to things like if I want to get a cup of coffee some day, or whether I want to check out some Youtube videos. A few exceptions to the rule are my close friends, who have pretty much license to disturb me as much as they want because they understand if I tell them I’m a bit busy, and whether we can talk later.
Those random friends and vague friends, they just don’t seem to understand that I’m online, yes, but mostly so I can ask other people who are also working for advice or bounce ideas off them. I’m considering just going online invisible from now on because it cuts down on the harassment.
This post brought to you by a person who royally got on my tits today by asking me over and over again to go look at a Youtube video, and ended up calling me some choice names when I didn’t reply quick enough to their liking.