Degrees of Separation

First I would like to apologise to the limited readers of my absence from this blog. Sometimes you start something, in which you want to keep up but time is always the enemy.

The age of always being connected, always being up-to-date with the latest news has it's disadvantages. Before the age of the Smartphone there was a degree of separation, workers were able to go home, not think about work until the next day starts. Extremely therapeutic. Unfortunately this degree of separation has vanished with the invention of the text message, mobile emails and on-demand web access. I always try to make it a rule that after coming home from work I at least take 15 minutes to try to unwind, forget about what happened at work, good or bad and start my home life. I've recently been blessed and cursed with a work blackberry which now has me tethered to work every waking minute of the day, and sometimes even when I'm asleep. This 'intrusion' is self inflicted. I choose to get updated by this little thing that buzzes every few minutes. It's sort of like a car accident; you HAVE to look even if it doesn't involve you. And you want to do something if it does involve you no matter what time it is at night. I can imagine the world running through this same scenario over and over again, constantly wanting to get updated. It's a bad feeling to tell you the truth. I'm reminded of myself as a budding teenager waiting by the phone for that girl to call, it puts you on edge. We're losing the battle for mechanisms to keep us separated, and we're asking for it with every technology innovation that we develop to keep us 'connected', in-tune with the rest of the world. So it really comes down to self discipline, a simple act of leaving that tethering device in your jacket pocket can really do wonders for your sanity. Getting that buzz from an email notification and *not* checking it is painful at first but is necessary. The emergency will be there tomorrow. As long as it doesn't cost too much money to fix it the next day verses at 11pm at night, I think it's good to keep your sanity.

Self-discipline. So the next time that thing buzzes, maybe you should really think twice about answering it right away. Maybe you have more important things to-do outside of work.

Many thanks for read

Quan.