A Day in the Life of a Desk Dweller …
Alright…*cracks knuckles* Let’s get some work done.
Freshly plucked and preened, she sits down at her desk, ready to face a brand new day of tapping her fingers, staring into a screen, and hitting send and enter for all of the tasks swirling in her head like a cheesy graphic from a Twilight Zone episode, since last night.
Hmmm… But first…
She minimizes her work file and clicks on the big blue “e” sitting just to the left of Matt Bomer’s handsome smile.
“I’ve gotta get my head into this day, before I start,” she whispers to the quiet, clicking into the social network. “Gotta get centered.”
Glancing into the blue and white framing her facebook page, her routine begins, just as it did yesterday, the day before, and the day before that—and just as it will continue tomorrow, the next day, and each of the days she’ll be glad to wake into after those.
And here’s how it goes (posts may vary):
Share your thoughts…
“Welp, here comes another work day. Think I’ll start dressing like Batwoman when I come in. Spice up the scene at the office with a nice, billowing cape. …What? Think I’ll get fired? …What do ya think?”
Four likes. One “LOL!”
“Man—I’m feeling tired *already*! How’s this even possible?? Think I’m a little burned out. If you wanna come help me with a mocha frappuccino, feel free to stop by! ”
No comments on that one? Not even a like??…Hope they know I was just joking about the coffee, and nobody got all weird, thinking I was asking too much.
She glances at the comment box.
Share your thoughts…
Still frustrated by the lack of response before, she clams up and clicks out.
“*Grrrr* People are SO frustrating!!! Why’s this world so screwed up? Here’s an idea… if each one of us, one at a time, decides every morning they can only be a jerk ONCE a day… what do you think the odds are that the world will be at least a *slightly* better place by next year? I’m down to try. You wanna help me out on this one? ;D”
Seven likes! Sweet. If I was at a party, that would’ve been a laughing crowd! Should I type more in the comment box? …Nah. Seems to have done the trick. Leave it.
No one’s posting? BOR-innnngg…Why do I even get on this stupid thing? Waste of time.
4:57PM Hits send, enter, save. DONE. ALL WORK FILES CLOSED. Ready to go.
Hmmm… But first…
“Gotta unwind,” she whispers to the quiet, clicking into the social network. “Re-center and settle into the night.”
“Oof. DONE. Finally! Productive day…aside from all the messing around on FB! lolz Ready to go lie down on the couch with Dexter and the huz! Thanks for not de-friending me after all this lame rambling. ”
5:00PM SHUT DOWN. Laptop screen flat. Shoes back on feet. She stretches up from her desk and walks out the door.
It’s not a bad schedule. She likes her life. Likes her work. But a lot of the time, in one of the quieter corners of her mind, she feels there’s something missing….though she can’t quite figure out what.
So there it is. A day in the life of a Desk Dweller. Not a bad, or insulting, term. It’s just the way we are, now—a lot of us, anyway. We sit. We type. We click. We stare. We think. We close up, and we go back home.
Does any part of this day feel familiar to minutes of your own?
It’s kind of a rhetorical question, because I think this schedule maps out the minutes of most, these days. A lot of us spend a crazy amount of time on facebook! Just a fact. Nothing wrong with it, really (aside from all of the piled fragments of time it tends to take away from our work!…But we all need that kind of release, so it’s good. It’s healthy).
Our words might change each time, but these themes in our posting stay the same:
-thoughts of happiness for a good turn
-words of sadness, frustration, or surprise at something awful
-Requests for support regarding an idea or action
-Connecting during a moment that riles up our passions (by setting up a link to special songs, or movie scenes, or whatever image we want to share our thanks in feeling)
Each time, each of these posts sent with a hope for a response—feeling joy and validation when we receive it, and frustration, doubt, and sometimes even anger, when we don’t. Either reaction from the outside driving us to reach out either more or less.
We wake up in the morning with a need to sit down and tap into surrounding life, this way; and after a day spent randomly clicking back in and out, we close up our night by connecting this way, too.
All of this communication going out to a faceless Someone, when you think about it (a little ironic, given the name of the network!) because our words generally speak to a collective whole—to anyone willing to notice our thoughts and respond with some kind of interest or sign that we’ve been heard.
We center ourselves in doing this, because we self-express. We connect. We remember we’re with the life around us, even when we feel distant; and we understand that in doing this, we are known and remembered through all of the slowly passing moments.
So let’s give ourselves a space in spirit to dig in for a minute, and think about what it is, inside, driving us to so often tap into life this way.
Any parallels—any similar actions—coming to mind?
There’s another word for what we do when we log in to facebook.
It’s an old, overused word that’s lost its luster in a lot of modern minds because of the ways people have misused the spiritual practice.
And there’s a different spread of blue and white people sometimes stare into, while doing it.
Maybe a better way of saying it: the time we spend talking to God. Talking to Life. Sharing ourselves—our experiences—with The All.
Another question to meditate on the next time we log in to facebook (which I’ll be doing in a just minute, myself—because it’s about that time!):
Who is the “You” we’re addressing, when we type?
As often as we sign in, does this say something about the depth of our spirituality? In our yearning to connect with that Greater Life around us, does it say something about the level of relationship we seek with The Universe/God/Life/(or whichever name you’d feel okay giving The Whole)?
When you sign in to facebook, how much satisfaction comes to your soul? Is it the satisfaction you seek?
Could it possibly be Life/God/The Whole we seek more deeply than anything we could ever feel through all of this more surface-sharing?
Just something to think about. Something for your soul. God bless, take care, and talk to ya soon on this thing.
Your Fellow Desk Dweller,
Rev. Laura H.