Finding me the nicotine patch!

After weeks of having nothing to do at office, the sensation of finally being entrusted with some responsibility was a huge welcome! Just how difficult it would be to get used to the idea of working is something that I hadn't really considered :)


The past few weeks had been a concentrated attempt at achieving the most out of my nothingness through a variety of well planned activities which honestly I'd begun to enjoy quite a bit. But yesterday I realised that fitting in work with those other activities would be quite challenging!
Well, I guess I should admit it finally, I'm an addict! Bloodthirsty when it comes to checking mail without reason or searching the innards of orkut for something interesting.

But why should it be this way? I mean, I were the one begging for work, telling my friends that I'd pull out my hair and suspend myself by the fingernails if they din't give me something to do in the next one hour.
And when they did give me some work, I was elated!
I decided to set my priorities right, opened a new page in my notebook, wrote down the project title, aims, objectives, the works. And then stopped. I just had to change my status on gtalk to 'Busy'. I closed without remorse the various windows that were opened on the screen.. orkut, gmail, newsofthewierd, the latest e-book I'd been reading and cleared way for all the data that is to be analysed. *Rubbing my hands in glee*

Checked my mail, the official one ofcourse, looked at the excel at hand. Ideas poured in my head. I took back that notebook and starting talking to people, discussing bottlenecks, areas of concern, opportunities, in fact I'm just about to do a SWOT on the current situation when...

... when it happens again.. that familiar urge to look up to the screen like a zombie, open the browser and log onto my mail, only to be faced with a shameful inbox with nothing new, not even spam! You try to get hold of your senses and try to get back to work, when you just realise, 'aaj orkut to check hi nahi kiya!' Blasphemy! Your hand snakes up to the mouse once again and you peek into your disappointing orkut scrapbook ('Why doesn't anyone scrap me?!'). FYI, just 2390 scraps in that book.
Like an Inferi under the Dark Lord's spell (Yes, I am a Harry Potter fan) I continue to blankly click open all such pages and files that defined your existence in office before you'd been given any work.

Hmm.. it's not going to work like this, is it? Weaning off all non-work activities is going to take some time. I guess I just need to find a nicotine patch before I give up on smoking altogether.. Any ideas? :)