Wasting time, or making time?

I've realized recently that I am...a TERRIBLE time-waster. When I was out of work for a month, I thought I was being productive. Apparently in my mind, "productive" means doing ONE major thing a week, even if it only takes me a couple of hours. Is "productive" just subjective to each person? Or am I really just lazy?

Here's what I did over that non-employed month (not counting 2 days of weekend-retail job):
-cleaned both the bathrooms & litterboxes
-vacuumed
-3 job interviews
-walked a lot
-shopped
-napped A LOT
-a friend's wedding

....and that's it. The extreme heat made it impossible to do much actual work (especially as the house doesn't have central air.) Over the last week, having had a new job for about a month, I've done the following:
-finally went through piles of papers/books/magazines on the floor of my room
-bought a wedding present for another friend
-researching new laptops
-caught up on my business class; almost done with it completely (which I'm dropping out of, by the by - while practical, I'm BORED OUT OF MY MIND. There's a reason I didn't major in business.) And I hate having to add on to my debt - time to move on with my life!
-starting to seriously clear out books in my room/the living room/playroom (i.e. where the rest of all my crap is, and all the Christmas decorations are stashed) - tossing out or recycling all the outdated guidebooks, making tons of bags and boxes-worth of books to donate to the library.
-trying to figure out how to re-organize my room, which I've been doing continually over the last couple of years. My aunt from Indiana is likely coming to visit next month, and says she's bringing my granny's vanity table, which I always loved. Question is, where do I put it?

All the clutter in the house...it'll be a nightmare whenever I finally get it together to move.

"It looks like you made it with your feet."

HEY GANG. So remember that law firm gig I talked about? Yeah, that fell through after just barely two months. It was in Accounts Payable, which for an artsy-loving person, is Hell-With-a-Nice-View-of-the-Art Museum. Like I said, the only reason I wanted it was to use my language skills...which weren't put to use AT ALL. Apart from one of the older secretaries going "You know French? Can you tell what this is?" (hands me a form that should've gone to the Brussels office.) Regardless, EVERYONE IN THE FOREIGN OFFICES SPEAKS ENGLISH. Useless.
The boss was crazy, to the point of apologizing in advance if he's "ever in a pissy mood, it's not because of you guys" - no, it wasn't due to us; it was just because he thought he was fat and needed to go on a liquid diet*. Might as well have said he was PMSing and I wouldn't have blinked apart from his lack of a uterus. I was close to calling him "Naomi" [Campbell] behind his back since we know the reason supermodels are bitchy is because they don't eat. When I got the call from my rep that he determined "I wasn't a good fit", I had to hold back laughter since he'd had to call the Philly office while in the Bahamas. Look how special I am, I interrupted his vacation!

(*"Liquid diet" to him meant only drinking water. Not smoothies, not pudding, not anything...JUST WATER. But we think he was sneaking off and eating anyway, since if he was only drinking water all day he would've been going to the bathroom even more than 5 young women.)
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After a month of unemployment and constant interviews, I finally got a big-girl job (without the interference of a temp agency finally) at an engineering firm. Been here about 3/4 weeks...and have yet to really do anything of value. Ordered office supplies, so there's a first. Boss is constantly gone and I'm the only one here, thus I can update here for the first time in months.
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Now, for the REAL update: if you've been reading since my first post back last summer, you'll know that this started out as a dating-advice/dating-rant blog. And last I wrote, I said I *may* have found someone after all my "turmoil" (a.k.a. wasting time on idiots/douchebags/emo weirdos/wannabe-fratster boys, "fratster" = fratboy-hipster.) I am here to say that indeed I found a gem: Zack. Took him to a friend's wedding upstate last month where everyone loved him; and to a giant birthday party for another friend in Philly last weekend - while I met most of his close friends on our 2nd date, he's amazed that I keep in touch with so many people that I've either known growing up or who I met in college (or through really horrible dates, as the case may be for one group of my pals.) Very sane, very cute, very silly, and certainly the smartest guy I've ever dated. Though he's an engineer, he's the first who actually has a life outside of it - close family, great friends, interests beyond engineering...those are all giant pluses, considering every other engineer I've met either wasn't close to family, or had no friends, or were unbelieveably boring. Christ, I'd had more interesting lunch dates with sculptures on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway.
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By the way, the subject title comes from Regretsy, which I am totally obsessed with. One of my friends from college works at their headquarters, which makes me feel slightly guilty for shitting on Etsy...BUT honestly, while I love people who make wonderful handcrafted things, the culture of stores like Anthropologie, Urban Outfitters, etc stealing from at-home crafters is too unsettling. Not to mention Etsy itself not acting on resellers or people blatantly stealing others' ideas and saying it's homemade. (I could rant forever about people also trying to just sell total crap they found in their driveway, but that's what Regretsy is for.)