Have you ever noticed how easy it is for your brain to wander off when you're trying to work? You can be in the middle of a progress report for someone higher up the food chain, when you come to realise that you haven't typed a damn thing for the last five minutes. Instead of making colourful and meaningless pie charts in Excel™, you've been fantasising about what you're going to say to your collegue when she comes out with another one of her stories about her damn sisters wedding. Maybe in your head, you were walking around the supermarket, planning your next grocery shop (which reminds me, I think we're out of margarine).
Have you also noticed that when you sit down a few hours later, at home, in your own time, your brain feels like half of it never came back from it's earlier wandering, and the other half has pooled to the bottom of your skull? The old grey matter has totally clogged up the creative pathways that should be supplying your hands with whatever they need to either write, draw or play music.
That may sound stupid, but why else haven't I drawn, written or played music for the last five years? I'm still too young to accept a total lack of talent, so it has to be some kind of outside source, and what better scapegoat than the office? The total banality of my job, means my brain has to entertain itself during the day when it's not in use. By the time I get home, it's had enough and just wants me to feed it bourbon.
One of these days I'm going to teach it who's boss
Just not today